When I was fourteen years old, my family took a trip to Germany which was my first excursion outside of the United States. At that age, Dr. Pepper was all I drank, and my parents accommodated this by purchasing me a large case of Dr. Pepper to help me survive. German Dr. Pepper, though, tasted slightly different than that bought in the United States. At age fourteen, this was a mystery to me - just one of many oddities in another country, I assumed. The reality, of course, is that what I was tasting (for the first time) was Dr....
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