I saw an ad for one of those fast food chains here in the US – I think it might have been Checkers – in which two guys go to the drive through and place their orders for breakfast. One asks for something like a “chocolate grape vanilla Coca Cola.” The humor of the ad was supposed to be about how he likes to wake up his taste buds in the morning with an assault of flavors.
Now, every once in a while I’ll have a Coke if I get a breakfast at McDonalds (never liked their coffee or OJ), but the mere suggestion of having a “chocolate grape vanilla Coca Cola” (the flavors being some kind of syrup additive to plain ol’ Coke) at breakfast made me want to barf.
I’m generally a tea or coffee person in the morning but sometimes what I really want is a diet Coke. Note my location, it’s not at all uncommon here. We call it “Southern Coffee” and I’ve never had anyone bat an eyelash if it is ordered with breakfast. Not sure if it comes from living in the south or from living under the big red Coca Cola sign here in Atlanta.
I’m also a Floridian. While I like coffee and tea, and drink them occasionally, I usually start my day (well, around 9am–I don’t have anything for quite a while) with a Dr. Pepper.
I pretty much start every day with a Coke. I’m a caffeine achiever, but I don’t like coffee or tea… Nothing helps get the ol’ engine started like a cold Coke. But then I drink it almost any time just because I really like it.
I’ve been drinking Coke with breakfast in public for as long as I can remember, and I would say that it’s only become more acceptable in the past few years and it depends heavily on the restaurant in which you order it.
At nice family sit-down places, I’ll still occasionally get a raised eyebrow when I order bacon and eggs with a Coke. But in most chains and 24-hour places nobody bats an eye. Contrast this to about 15 years ago when ordering a soda with breakfast would make the server do a double take and then go off to quietly place the order, only to whisper conspiratorially with the rest of the staff while casting nervous glances in my direction. Thank goodness we live in more enlightened times. Beverage discrimination is a terrible thing!
Wow, some scary answers there - thanks, chaps (and chapesses).
In my current enforced idleness due to redundancy, I generally just a couple of slices of toast for breakfast washed down with a mug of tea (Barry’s Gold Blend). While on holiday, if I’m in Ireland having “the full treatment” (as the fella says) I’ll alternate between tea and coffee depending on the mood I’m in. If in continental Europe it has to be coffee or hot chocolate.
The caffeine content of my breakfast beverage has no relevance because it doesn’t affect me in the slightest.
And, yes betenoir, a traditional British or Irish cooked breakfast often includes baked beans as an option along with the rashers (never, never crispy), sausages (not “sausage”), eggs (fried or scrambled), mushrooms, fried tomato and, gawd help us, “hash browns”. Maybe that is as odd to you wherever you are as the geezer drinking Coca Cola was to me.
I was one of the “Arts nerds” at school, and my compadres and I routinely had an Oh! Henry bar and a coke for breakfast. We called it “Stage Manager Breakfast”.
i am addicted to caffeine, it’s a drug i’m addicted. i got fed up with starbucks and rebelled by giving up coffee. so i would chug two cokes in the morning to get that caffiene jolt. not as nice as coffee, but beats the hell out of starbucks.
I do not like coffee, nor am I big drinker of Milk, OJ or other traditional breakfast drinks. So yes, before I had to give it up, it was common for me to drink Diet Pepsi at breakfast.
If I come into the office and have a coke (an no breakfast) that means I was out drinking till four in the morning.
And too lazy to go the shop and get the real Irish cure for that condition: Lucozade. Mmmmmm.
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I’m a dedicated caffeine addict, though once had the scare of my life with this combination hangover cure: two coffees, two excedrins and two lucozades. My heart was pounding so fast I honesly thought I’d had it.
In my younger days I would keep a six pack of 16oz bottles next to the bed so I could have one with my morning cigarette. :eek: I would most likely gag if I tried that now.
I have a can of Coke on the way to work every morning. Sometimes my coworkers and I walk over to the nearby Burger King for breakfast. I usually get a Coke there, too, to have with my sausage croissant sandwich. I’d get orange juice, but the small cartons it comes in don’t give me enough. If I go out for breakfast at a full-service restaurant, however, I usually order orange juice since most places serve it in larger quantities.
I’m Canadian; I have tea in the morning. But my wife is a dyed-in-the-wool Southerner, and she takes a Coke to work in the morning and drinks it on the way.
Another Southerner checking in - I have Pepsi every morning. (Yes, I live in Coca-Cola’s home town, but I am a rebel, ya gotta live life on the edge!) It “is” my breakfast. I don’t like the way coffee tastes, but love the way it smells, don’t like milk and can tolerate grapefruit,orange or grape juice in small portions only.
Nothing better than a big o’ plate of scattered and smothered with an icy Pepsi (or Coke), and a cigarette for desert. The breakfast of Champions!
I grew up in Georgia and unlike the heretic Lyllyan, I stayed true to my heritage and am a loyal Coke drinker. (A little too loyal, according to my dentist, but that’s irrelevant). I hate coffee and never felt compelled to develop a taste for it, so I usually have a Coke with, or more often for breakfast. In fact, the idea of someone drinking coffee for breakfast is actually kind of gross to me.
And yeah, Irish breakfast is the greatest thing ever. I had it at about five different places, and all of them were consistently good. I was starting to think about extending my trip, just so I could have a few more days of the breakfast.
Pepsi, a handful of dry Honeycomb, and a cigarette. The breakfast of champions*, baby.
*“champions”, in this case, will be defined as “guys who are too fricking bleary-eyed in the morning to do anything until the caffeine and nicotine cravings are taken care of”.
