Sin City becomes Soda City at the Coca-Cola Store, located on the Las Vegas Strip. Out the front is – what else? – The World’s Largest Coca-Cola Bottle, which is very pop-ular with tourists.
The festive flask measures 100 feet from bulbous bottom to beautiful bottlecap. After gawping in slack-jawed wonder at The Bottle’s sensual curves, visitors can ride an elevator into its glass neck, high above the streets of the city.
The views out over New York-New York Casino and The Grand Lion are, of course, truly effervescent!
The Bottle was built in 1997, as part of an outrageous soft drink-themed funpark known as World of Coca-Cola Las Vegas.
The exhibition celebrated Coke’s history through interactive exhibits, a movie theatre, and an ostentatious ‘fantastic fountain’. This curiosity featured five 25-foot-long screens and 1,000 Coca-Cola bottles shooting jets of coloured water in time to throbbing glam rock music.
I guess they didn’t have time to build the diabetes and obesity wing of the museum!
Let’s Get Fizzy-cal!
In a thirst of its kind, The World’s Largest Coca-Cola Bottle brought a splash of excitement to The Entertainment Capital of the World. But what did Governor of Nevada – and wannabe stand-up comedian – Bob Miller think about it?
“People who know me know I carry around a big container of Diet Coke every day – I’ve finally found a bottle that would be satisfactory for me!” giggled Bob to a nonplussed crowd at The Bottle’s opening.
Public reception was as flat as Bob’s jokes, and the museum was closed and dumped into the recycling bin in 2000. The owners must’ve been soda pressed!
Now only The World’s Largest Coke Bottle and the gift store remain. But with the prices, you might be better off taking your cash to the nearest casino and throwing it into a slot machine.
I recently blew my budget on the Land of the Bigs helicopter, so all I could afford was an icy-cold can of Coca-Cola Cherry Zero Sugar. As I was savouring my treat in front of The Big Bottle, a funny little man with shifty eyes and a trenchcoat sidled up to me.
“Hey amigo,” he sniffed. “Wanna buy some coke?”
“Sorry, padre,” I shrugged, holding up my can. “If I have another fizzy drink I’ll be bouncing off the walls!”
