During the week I've been trying to cut back on alcohol, which has helped me get more quality sleep at the expense of satisfying my sugar cravings via pop. I've tried drinking more seltzer like La Croix and Bubly to get that fizzy sensation without feeling like an unhealthy squalor goblin. But I've recently caved and sure enough, there's a healthy stream of Vanilla Coke and Blackberry Canada Dry in my fridge. Those two are incredibly fine soda pops in their own right, but if I had to pick a favorite to completely alter my palette forever...it would have to be chinotto:
If I had to come up with the simplest way to describe chinotto, it would be this: take a bottle of Mexican Coke (the one with the cane sugar, not corn syrup) add a little sour notes akin to grapefruit, and a bitter note like black licorice but in the best way possible. This stuff was everywhere in Italy back in 2012, but it's another one of those things I have a really hard time finding, and I worked in my city's Little Italy for 5 years!
A boy has the right to dream. There are endless possibilities stretched out before him. What awaits him down the path he will then have to choose; the boy doesn't always know. At some point the boy then becomes an adult, and learns what he was able to become. Joy and sadness will forever accompany this. He is confronted with a choice; when this happens, does he bid his past farewell in his heart? Once a boy becomes an adult, he can no longer go back to being a boy; the boy is now a man. Only one thing can be said: "A boy has the right to dream.". For those endless possibilities are stretched out before him.
We must remember...all men were once boys.