I like poutine and I like Jones Soda. But the idea of combining the two…I’m not so sure I like that.
I’d heard it was gross, but I kept an open mind and was willing to be surprised. With the wife looking on, I cracked open a bottle and took a swig.
It didn’t take long to mentally separate real poutine from the soda version. While the food causes a sort of warm happiness to spread across my taste buds, the soda did anything but. It wasn’t quite so instantly repulsive that I had to spit it out, but it was bad enough that I had to stop and think about what I was doing.
My first reaction was that it tasted like liquified potato chips, but then I thought, no, it’s worse than that. It’s like liquified potato chips mixed with cardboard, plus maybe a hint of mustard. I took another sip to be sure, and that was about it for me. It was maybe the worst-tasting thing I’d ever drank (and I experimented quite a bit with making my own booze shots back in university).
The wife witnessed all this, including my wincing grimace, but it wasn’t enough to discourage her from trying it. Her reaction after one sip, though, was similar. “Oh yeah, that’s nasty,” she said, which struck me as a potential marketing tagline for the drink.
I thought I dreamed reading this. There actually exists something worse than a maple bacon milkshake? That explains why I haven’t been in a mood for poutine in a couple weeks…
Just sent this to another Canadian friend for review. I don’t have to try it, thanks.
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