I had a consultation a few months ago regarding a potential jaw surgery. One side of my jaw grew more than the other which created an alignment issue. It all happened gradually enough that I didn’t notice until I’d achieved a Quasimodo aesthetic. I bring this up because the remedy for my weird face is a major surgery involving breaking multiple bones in my jaw, grafting bone from my hip, and going on a liquid diet for a couple of months. How do you enjoy your favorite foods when you can’t eat solids? Rocket Fizz has a solution.
I sampled this soda as part of my “Tom Brady Mocktail” post. The mocktail is disgusting, but the Buffalo Wing Soda doesn’t carry the full blame. Take a look at my video for the beverage combination here:
I found the Buffalo Wing Soda to be mostly sweet, like a lot of buffalo wing sauce can be, but with a faint presence of cayenne/paprika underneath. The buffalo flavor isn’t strong. It’s more like club soda infused with a buffalo wing (an actual buffalo wing, not buffalo wing sauce) with maybe a splash of vinegar.
Does that sound good to you? If you said yes, you’re a weird individual. It sounds bad, and it is bad. If I ever do go forward with my jaw surgery this is not what I’ll grab to satisfy any cravings. I give it a 3 out of 10 on my rating scale. That might seem pretty high, but I’ve tried a lot of worse things.
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Sampled on 1/29/2017, purchased at Rocket Fizz in Seattle for $2.20
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First the sniff test. The hot wing one first, the initial smell was not pleasing. It smelled a bit like someone poured hot sauce into dishwater and cooked hot dogs in it all day. Reluctantly I sipped…The result was less than desireable. Posidon himself could not summon a wave that could rival the one that rocked my body. Every sense was offended at once. My body instantly detected something was wrong and began to take a defensive posture against the incoming assult of satans magma. Fighting the primal urge to rid my myself of the toxic sespool developing in my mouth and spray the inside of the car, I reluctantly swallowed.
My stomach went though sheer panic, sending angry signals to the other senses saying “WTH, you were supposed to catch this”My gag reflex (which was in a degraded state from the initial blast) was triggered as my stomach pulled the fire alarm. Everyone out! My breakfast yelled “what the heck did we do?” But my stomach wasn’t having it.
My mouth and taste buds upon hearing the news…decided to divert the incoming flood through my nasal passage. Now mixed with bile and stomach acid, the hell-spawned liquid could now trigger an OSHA complaint. My eyes disregarded reality and began seeing a liquid array of colors as the vile fluid exited my body. Wave after wave the assult continued like Omaha beach on D-Day.
Finally when everything was out, I stood outside of the car shirtless (which I do not recall exiting the car or removing my shirt) quivering and sweating. People passing by stood in awe. Children cried. The pious ones prayed for my salvation. I could not bear the thought of sampling the ranch soda at this point. So… I only give this drink 1 star.
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