I willingly moved among the Walmartians today to procure some Diet Buffalo Rock ginger ale. It’s a good-tasting, low- to no-cal, caffeine-free beverage for the last week of Lent, and I’m pretty sure The Awfulest Retailer is the only place in the area that stocks it. (If you know otherwise, please, tell me.)
Do you know about Buffalo Rock? My mama loved it. A Birmingham, Alabama original, it’s strongly-flavored ginger ale that tickles your nose like no other soft drink, with a spicy (like, almost hot) finish. It makes a good float with vanilla ice cream, and nothing is as soothing to sip when you have a tummy ache. It was the only ginger ale I ever had until I was 10 or 11. Needless to say, when I tasted “regular” ginger ale, it was rather underwhelming.
The diet version is as good as it could be, I reckon. The trademark spice and tingle are there. It’s about as sweet, but just with that little whisper of gustatory fraud. It reminds you that you didn’t get the real thing, but it’s more than pleasant enough to have during the day.
(And when the day is over, it’s a reasonable Bacardi recipient.)