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I hate the fact that A&W now caffeinates their cream soda (caffeine makes me weird), so in my search for alternatives I picked up a 12-pack of Jones Cream Soda at the store the other day.

Unless you are a hummingbird, do not drink this stuff. It’s like drinking syrup (sans the viscosity). My girlfriend, who normally is of the opinion that more sugar equals more fun, ended up pouring most of a can down the sink. I drank a can with lunch, and while I made it all the way through the resulting headache argues I should have followed her example. This stuff is ridiculously sweet.

Perhaps Jones Soda has always been sickeningly sweet (I don’t know if I’ve ever tried it before, and lord knows there’s a market). If so, and you’re not already a fan (or hummingbird), consider yourself warned. As for me, the search for a lower budget cream soda alternative continues. I do love me the Thomas Kemper Cream Soda, but it’s hard to justify the cost for day-to-day consumption (as a side note, their Ginger Ale is also to die for).

I never used to buy Wolfgang Puck canned soup because Wolfgang Puck’s face on the can is seriously creepy. I mean, the dude is worse than some of the Reader’s Digest covers that I had to turn over so I could use the damn bathroom as a kid. Aside from not being the best looking dude ever, he’s got a sort of predatory, “I vant to suck your blood!” look to his eye. Not something I need to see when I’m opening the cupboard craving sustenance.

But last week, Wolfgang Puck was the only canned soup on sale, and I live on canned soup on the weekends when my girlfriend is off at work. Thanks to my father, I hate to buy one brand when another brand is on sale, so I got a few cans to try out.

And damn, this stuff is good! Not only does it taste better than Campbell’s or Progresso, but the serving size is way better for a single person. I can pretty easily eat a whole can of Campbell’s soup on my own, but I always feel just a little too full. Wolfgang Puck’s is the perfect size.

So now I’ve got a cupboard full of Wolfgang Puck soup turned so his face is to the wall. If only they printed the name of the soup on the back of the can in big letters, I’d be set.