Ok, (diet canned) Cherry Coke in hand:
It's bubbly.  Fruity, but dark.  The cherry flavor itself is pretty good, especially because it's subtle.  I just like it.  
Something about Cherry Coke harkens* back to the 50s. I don't know why I was recently siezed with the desire to drink this particular drink, but there it was. What to do but submit? Leah and I searched up and down State St but Cherry Coke "from the tap" wasn't to be found. Eventually we settled on Coke + grenadine (see Leah's review) from Nick's (closest thing to a diner in 53703). 
A few days later, with Chelsea & Julia (room 2), I had my first experience at Jimmy John's.  That place is ok.  I really like shredded lettuce, but there was too much mayo.  Anyway, it was a surprise relief from the usual pain that comes from drinking Cherry Coke from the can.  The crux of my Cherry Coke experience lies in the chest-tightening that inevitably comes--with increasing intensity--with every swallow.   This is a special treat that only comes when I have Cherry Coke from a can, hence the search for Cherry Coke from a fountain.  
Because of the chest-tightening, I can't drink a whole can in one go.  So I find a suitable jar in the kitchen and pour the remaining 3/4 of the can into that jar.  Then ensues the search for a matching lid.  Though most glass jars look exactly like other glass jars, they are not threaded the same, so they require different lids.  At this point in my co-opping experience I can tell which kind of lid a certain jar requires: Ball/Kerr mason jars take that two-pieced doo-hickey, with the flat lid part and the collar.  These are the kinds of jars I like to store my Cherry Coke in.  The contrast between the ornate Cornucopia molded onto the glass and that dark liquid may inspire deep thinking in some: what other things can be stored in a glass jar?  McDonald's food, granola to take to class for eating during the breaks (as Emma room 28, Elise room 29, and I room 4 do), jam, small religious artifacts.  But I digress.  The point is that my mason jar holds the Cherry Coke until my heart palpitations subside, at which point I can resume drinking it, and by which time it has mostly gone flat.
*child's name alert

