And it is also a drink with gallons of personal nostalgia, for swallowing it (and I believe that the only way to drink Coke is from the bottle through a straw) I am transported back fifty years to the Snack Bar and Diner in the coastal village of Polzeath in the far south west of the old country. For it was there, on rainy days, that our parents would take us for a treat. We got to sit on window stools, chrome frames and red leather tops in true U.S. fifties style, and drink Coca Cola. From the bottle with a straw. And even on those days when the café windows were so steamed up that we couldn’t see out, and the condensing droplets ran down onto the narrow Formica shelf, we sat there sipping, listening to a juke box, and feeling hip, groovy and cool all at the same time. And so grown up.
Polzeath High Street with the Snack Bar on the corner (1950s)
The building now houses a bookshop and newsagents