|A wise man once said, "she looks better in clothes than most women do naked."|
|Salma Hayek is shocked by my keen insights|
I chose Budweiser Chelada for my Cinco de Mayo celebration because the display at the store had one of those weird upside down exclamation points. At first I thought it was just a giant lowercase “i” but that would be stupid. An inverted exclamation point is a sure sign of Spanishness or at least a clear sign that something is being marketed towards Spanish speaking people. A closer inspection of the can confirmed my suspicion, like a flea-market marital-aid, it was mostly in Spanish with English added only as an afterthought. Christ, Corona bottles are in English. I speak about as much Spanish as the Terminator, but I was able to figure out that Chelada is a mixture of Budweiser and Clamato.
|Los Bulls are on in the background.|
Is it perfecta? Well after my first sip I was inclined to say “hell yes,” but as I worked my way down the 24 oz can I was more inclined to say “not really.” It tasted kind of like a carbonated bloody mary with chili powder, a whole tallboy of the stuff was a bit much. Granted I can suck down bloody marys like there’s no tomorrow, and the only thing that stops me from drinking 4 in a row is how much work goes into mixing each one. I think that’s part of the problem. The whole time I was drinking Chelada I kept thinking it would have been better served over ice with a squirt of fresh lime, some hot sauce, and black pepper.
On its own, Chelada was okay, but with a little bit of extras I think it could have been better. Unfortunately, I had a hard deadline of May 5th this week and only bought myself one tallboy. Fortunately for you and me there’s Bud Light Chelada and I’ll be able to write another similar but more experimental review in the future. In the mean time, buy some Chelada or Steel Reserve or whatever you like and take the time to improve race relations by getting drunk on Cinco de Mayo.
|As if to prove my point Salma Hayek celebrates Oktoberfest|