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| - When I was a little girl we used to go to this soda place. I don't know what it was called. I don't know where it was either but it was a schlep. Anyway, they would give you a wooden case and you'd fill it with a mix/match variety of whatever you wanted. And they had whatever you wanted. I couldn't have imagined a kind of pop (yes, that's what we called it in Cleveland) that they didn't have. We'd always take home a couple of crates. I still wax nostalgic about that place from time to time.
Little did I know that there was a place right here in the valley that brought my 19?? era (thought I'd tell you, didn't you) soda shop into the 21st century. Pop the Soda Shop has every flavor imaginable and some I never imagined.
I happily purchased one of my hard-to-get favorites, Doc Brown's Diet Black Cherry, and at a much better price than I've paid elsewhere. Abby got Root Beer imported from a local Boston purveyor and Emma got her favorite, Mexican Coke, where they use real sugar. If you're over thirty and haven't had it, it's like Coke used to taste before the corn lobby got involved. I'm not sure what Jim got, some sort of Pelligrino Orange soda. He also got a bottle of water shaped like a flask which he's very happy with because he can slide it into the cargo pocket of his shorts.
Pops prices are reasonable, their selection is incredible and the place is just plain fun. The nostalgia was free.
Oh, and the wooden crate was replaced by a cardboard Faygo sixpack holder.
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