Capri Sun hydrated the 80s with 10% fruit juice, 100% fun
Alright, so you wanna talk about the '80s, huh? You wanna talk about the decade that birthed shoulder pads, MTV, and the creeping dread of nuclear annihilation, all wrapped up in a streamlined package of synthetic cheer? Well, then you have to talk about the The Drink of the 1980s. Right there, chilling in the lunchbox of every kid with a BMX bike and a Walkman full of Van Halen, was a silver pouch from another planet. It wasn't just a drink, man, it was a statement. A weird, vaguely-European, vaguely-artificial statement. The liquid zeitgeist, the very nectar of the suburban, sun-drenched, boom-box-blasting, mall-cruising American childhood. The iridescent, foil-pouched, straw-punching, fruit-flavored colossus that utterly dominated the landscape. I’m talking, of course, about Capri Sun. Good Lord, the sheer audacity of it! In a world still clinging to its glass bottles, its clinking ice cubes, its quaint notions of refrigeration as a prerequisite for consumption, along came t...