I don't really care much for pop. You know those little baby (pussy) cans they sell as mixers? That's about all I can handle in one go. The bubbles line my stomach and lift me off the ground otherwise.
On my Dad's side of the family Coke it is treated with as much reverence as Jesus and hockey. It's especially meh for me because Coke has caramel color in it – a no no for celiacs. (Also, that horrible ad campaign they showed before movies with the talking eyeballs and tongue – grody. Not good. And I've been taking an Advertising course for 6 consecutive weeks so I would know.)