The gin and tonic in a can is not a replacement. It’s a sidekick. It’s Robin to your Batman. It’s there when you need a quick, happy hit of class.
Don’t be a snob about it. Embrace the chaos. The bubbles. The metal taste that somehow feels nostalgic.
So next time you see a four-pack of these shiny soldiers, buy it. Toss it in your bag. And toast to the beautiful, lazy, glorious future of drinking.
Now go pop one open. I’ll be right behind you. Sláinte.
