I’m obsessed with La Croix. I drink at least one every day, usually a couple.
Note: it is pronounced Luh Croy; it is not real French. It originated in Also-Fake-French La Crosse, Wisconsin. Under no circumstances should the R trill at all. It is not Lah Crrrrwah. Luh Croy rhymes with The Boy. Just deal with it.
- My mother and her college roommates drank La Croix when I was a child. Lemon La Croix. I found it disgusting. So now, drinking La Croix makes me feel like a real adult.
- Even so, forget lemon La Croix!! There are always new flavors popping up. My usual go-tos had been peach-pear, pamplemousse, and berry, but some recent favorites include mango, passionfruit, and cran-raspberry. The fancy Curate flavors are intriguing, too — really want to try the pineapple and cola flavors in addition to the apple-berry and cherry-lime that I enjoyed.
- It is trenddyyyyy. No one is more surprised than my mom and I.
- For those who have not previously been introduced to the La Croix magic, it is a conversation starter. And for those who have… I have made friends with a Benedictine friar and an old lady at Whole Foods because of La Croix.
- No sugar, no guilt. And it feels like a treat. What more can you ask of a lowly carbonated beverage?!
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