I am living in a 1970's sitcom.

In one of the old sitcoms (Taxi or Mork and Mindy, maybe) an immigrant from a foreign land wants to buy an ice cream pop from an ice cream stand. When the vendor asks what flavor, he replies "Buffalo." The whole skit is set up to capitalize on the vendor's frustration that someone wants a flavor that doesn't, and for good reasons SHOULDN'T, exist.

Ladies and gentleman, I bring you SALMON-FLAVORED SODA!

That celery-flavored soda's not sounding quite so hideous now, is it?