It’s a face-off. We have been having incredibly beautiful weather here so it was time to break out the Coronas but we had to buy them in cans as we were headed to the park for a picnic and didn’t have bottle openers with us.
(Funny story: I was once in Wendel’s probably buying a mocha and an avocado chicken wrap and when I went to pay for my stuff, a beer bottle cap and a tampon came flying out of my purse and landed on the counter in front of me.)
But anyway, the cans were fine for the picnic but bottles are just where it’s at. I sliced up some limes and stuck them into the drinks but only Andrew’s lime stayed snug in his bottle (TWSS) whereas mine kept popping out into my mouth (WHAT KIND OF SICK BLOG IS THIS?!).
The verdict is in: Bottles are best for taste, for experience, for authenticity. Cans are best for picnics where you can’t find your set of keys with the attached bottle opener. And cans go well with cake and egg salad sandwiches and bikinis and sand and butt cracks and public washrooms that smell like industrial cleaner and alcohol-induced diarrhea.