Adventures in Soda-ing
Whilst carousing at my local Target, I made a soda discovery!
It's the Jones Soda Co. Holiday Package of soda. Each soda is flavored to represent a dish at the greatest dinner of the year, Christmas dinner-- it comes complete with an entree, 3 side dishes, and a desert! It even includes a spork!
Over the next few weeks, I will attempt to review each soda.
I alway like to eat my veggies first. The roughage really eases the digestion process.
That's right! Brussels Sprouts soda. This soda makes me hate Belgium.
Here's a photo for the ladies with me sporting the douchiest expression possible to effectively market this abomination.
The first thing that strikes you is its smell. It kind of reminds me of the smell of the disgusting pool of water remaining at the bottom of the serving dish after my mother microwaves frozen broccoli. It was slightly more pungent, though. Oddly enough, this soda kind of tastes like that.
HOLY GOD!
It's like some evil culmination of Buttered Popcorn Jelly Belly's and frozen broccoli juice. Determined to finish the bottle, I'm still drinking and wincing as I'm typing this entry. I probably have about 3 oz. to go before I can head to the head to vomit.
Final consensus: Brussels Sprouts are a vile enough vegetable as they are. Turning them into a disgusting soft drink doesn't change this.
Currently listening to:
It's the Jones Soda Co. Holiday Package of soda. Each soda is flavored to represent a dish at the greatest dinner of the year, Christmas dinner-- it comes complete with an entree, 3 side dishes, and a desert! It even includes a spork!
Over the next few weeks, I will attempt to review each soda.
I alway like to eat my veggies first. The roughage really eases the digestion process.
That's right! Brussels Sprouts soda. This soda makes me hate Belgium.
Here's a photo for the ladies with me sporting the douchiest expression possible to effectively market this abomination.
The first thing that strikes you is its smell. It kind of reminds me of the smell of the disgusting pool of water remaining at the bottom of the serving dish after my mother microwaves frozen broccoli. It was slightly more pungent, though. Oddly enough, this soda kind of tastes like that.
HOLY GOD!
It's like some evil culmination of Buttered Popcorn Jelly Belly's and frozen broccoli juice. Determined to finish the bottle, I'm still drinking and wincing as I'm typing this entry. I probably have about 3 oz. to go before I can head to the head to vomit.
Final consensus: Brussels Sprouts are a vile enough vegetable as they are. Turning them into a disgusting soft drink doesn't change this.
Currently listening to: