While in Atlanta, I finally faced the object of my derision. I became one of them. I paid ten bucks to watch a commercial. In short, I went to World of Coke.
Listen: there isn’t a whole lot to do in Atlanta, touristly speaking. We didn’t have time to visit the zoo/Cyclorama, and the new aquarium was fully booked. The olympic park took a few minutes to circumnavigate, as did the Adult Swim section of the Turner store at CNN center. The High closed too early. Plus, I like the soft drink, isn’t that enough reason to go? Okay, enough rationalizing.
On the inside, it’s like Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory without Oompa-loompahs… or… well okay it’s not like that at all. It’s like a monument to a global marketing machine. But that’s not all bad: plenty of memories were rekindled, such as the Mean Joe Green commercial and Tab, and there were some interesting exhibits including the chunky pin-up girls of yesteryear and six foot bottle sculptures in obsidian and granite. And at then end you can drink as much as you like of Coke and weird other-worldly sodas sold in various hemispheres. The “bitter apertif” drink won most disgusting award, while the Chinese green apple was pretty tasty. The floor is really sticky.