There's something very refreshing, very wholesome, very... Americana about Cherry Coke. It evokes images of Beaver Cleaver types ordering at the counter at an old fashioned drug store soda fountain. Something seems to get lost in the fountain to can translation. Maybe its the visceral experience of holding a glass, maybe its the ice, the grenadine? These CHERRY COKE pops, made from stripes of (diet) Coke and real cherry juice, taste more like the fountain original. At least I like to think they do.