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Ice:A good whiskey and Coke is predicated upon good ice. When possible, use cola straight from the bottle or can, so you can twist or crack open to hear its potential. It should be flipped, right? Soda taps just seem to be hit or miss.

I can’t tell you how many flat colas I’ve seen at fine dining establishments and great cola at fast food places. If the cola is coming from the gun behind the bar, you are rolling the dice, and your fizz is only as good as the restaurant’s attention to detail. With whiskey and Coke, the whiskey needs no lime to accelerate flavor. The only difference: With rum and Coke, you squeeze a lime wedge. If you’re a rum and Coke lover, the same general rules apply. I don’t recommend diet colas, but some people swear by the combos. Pepper brings out a pleasant spice in the whiskey. They tend to create a bubble gum note when combined with whiskey, while Dr. I highly recommend staying away from the Shastas and other generic sodas. Have you ever left an open pop bottle overnight and tasted it? Yeah, it’s flat and syrupy, making it a horrible whiskey companion.Īs for what soda pops work best, well, I’m a Coca-Cola guy, but Pepsi’s strong, too, especially with higher-rye bourbons such as Old Grand-Dad and Four Roses.

No, it must bring something to the table. You do not want any cola diluting your whiskey. Whiskey and Coke really starts with the quality of the cola. It’s at those games that I still want a taste of whiskey without really thinking about it, and my dad took me to games as a kid and I enjoyed cola straight from the fountain, full of fizz and “acid,” as my aunt reminded me. It’s only at sporting events, perhaps because I am so entrenched in the game. I don’t like whiskey and Coke in the movie theater, at home, or even in the woods. Yes, despite all my snobbery, I love a good whiskey and Coke, and baseball games are where I treat myself to these. I love the crinkling of the bags, the crack of the bat, the pop of a 90-mile-an-hour fastball into the leather catcher’s mitt, and the fizzing sound of my whiskey and Coke. “Peanuts, Cracker Jacks, cold beer…here.” There’s something about going to a baseball game.