I have decided that Coke Floats are under-rated. Outside of USA diners they are pretty much extinct, a relic of a more innocent age of chrome finned Cadillacs and Wurlitzer Juke Boxes. My Coke Float epiphany came last week sitting in the mid afternoon sun in Kasbah, next to Kanya, Ibiza. Amidst the wanton debauchery of the Ibiza experience, the coke float seemed delightfully apposite and opposite. An echo of the teen experience of a less commercialized, less corrupted time, when rock and roll was new and everything was fresh and exciting. I’m sure that time never really existed, but whatever of that spirit was real, lives on in a Coke Float.

It’s half refreshment, half desert. It keeps you cool in the sun. It makes you feel fresh and new again.

What’s not to like.