POPS is a store that sells, well... pop. Every flavor of sodie pop you could dream of... and some you wouldn't want to try, like:
Kitty Piddle and Dog Drool
Peanut Butter and Jelly and Martian Poop
(...ok, I'll admit I wanted to try both of those)
There's a huge bottle of pop, straw included, waving in the passersby. We went at night, when it was beautifully lit up, but I'm sure it looks cool during the day, too.
The store is a sprawling gas station in the middle of nowhere (Hanson pun unintended though still delightful). There's a diner inside, but the real appeal are the rows and rows of pop bottles lining the glass walls.
Those are just for your viewing pleasure. The store has several long aisles of soda, either sold in single bottles or in six packs. The back wall is a line of refrigerators housing cold drinks arranged by flavor.
My boy and I made a custom six pack: Looks Like Orange, Tastes Like Grape; Yacht Club Pineapple; Hippo Huckleberry; Mighty Mouse Blue Cream; Dark Vanilla Cream; and Monster Mucus.
The six pack made it safely back to Memphis, even surviving a flat tire, so we picked each other's first drink in celebration. I gave him Dark Vanilla Cream Soda because the bottle matched his shirt, and he gave me Looks Like Orange, Tastes Like Grape just 'cuz.
Both drinks were delicious! His tasted like smooth vanilla ice cream, and mine tasted like grape. Poured together, they would have made a nice twist on a purple cow. With every sip, I was expecting orange, even with the taste of grape in my mouth. As the crazy eye on the bottle might suggest, it was pretty trippy.