Portillo’s in Chicago has it. Fluffy has tried it.
https://youtu.be/VLuur2Xwx5g
You can manually change that if you like. Look at the little bell icon on the bottom left. (At least, that’s where it is in mobile.)
I think he was being sarcastic
I haven’t had it with cake, but stout & ice cream is great!
So, a root beer float, without the root?
Hey, I’ve always thought the same thing.
Amazon’s got it.
Baah, terrible round-ended Pommie imitations of the original and best, the true, rectangular Weet-bix.
Root beer generally no longer has any roots…
Depends on who you want to market it to. Have you been among children? You would have a hard time going broke selling Fruity Boogerfarts.
Only to boys…
Have you all seen the updated commercial?
I watched that and thought “wow, that looks 80s” then I noticed the date
Since this got bumped, I thought I’d point out a sentence that I never thought I’d hear:
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… in a manner of seconds.
I first met Weetabix in a tiny hotel in the Cotswalds, and ever since I found it at a local Trader Joe’s (and later at a regular store), I’ve learned to pour the milk with one hand and start spooning with the other.
Weetabix is supposed to be instant mush. You’re using it wrong. 
If you want a durable crunch, eat Grape-Nuts.
They know Mickey. . . maybe they’ve loved everything he ever liked. Based upon that experience, if Mikey doesn’t like it, there’s no reason to chance it, but if he does like it, it must be really great. Sounds like pretty sound kid logic to me.
Further analysis of Mikey/Life
"Let’s get Mikey!”
Mikey is no naive, innocent kid; he’s a mini-mastermind with a vendetta against his older siblings. When they passed him the cereal, it was like tossing him their rejects. “Oh sure, give Mikey the stuff you won’t touch. Real classy, bros.” Mikey was also aware that his brothers were idiots.
“He hates everything!”
Mikey thinks, oh, do I now? Do you dolts really think I hate everything? I hate you two, that’s for sure…but, I don’t hate everything. Idiots!
Mikey eats a spoonful of Life and thinks, oh shit, this really does taste like crap. This is the most vile, disgusting slop I’ve ever eaten! It tastes like the bottom of a shoe mixed with regret. He takes a moment to contemplate the situation before showing any emotional response.
But then, genius strikes. Mikey’s brain kicks into Machiavellian mode.
Mikey thinks, hmm, if I act like I hate this retched cereal, that will simply validate my idiot brothers null hypothesis and I gain nothing…But, on the other hand, if I act like I like it, they’ll snatch it away like seagulls on a French fry and eat it themselves, thus leaving me the real prize—my beloved Frankenberry!
“He likes it! Hey Mikey!”
Mikey thinks, success!!! The idiots fell for my ruse. But this is just a test run. Strychnine comes next.
So, you see Mikey wasn’t an unwitting little kid at the mercy of his two older brothers. He was a juvenile psychopath with plans to exterminate his siblings.
Brilliant.
Yes, you should be a writer.