So, its not really a beer. Its a hybrid beverage, like a beer-tail, or a cock-beer. Let's stick with beer-tail.
This beer wins the award for most off-putting pour. The pink-ish pulpy look of it left me thinking I should have drank it of the can. But it was too late, I'd seen it. And I could never un-see it. It was like the Holocaust of alcoholic beverages. And it was a sad pour; there was an inch or so of foamy head, which vanished in about three seconds, leaving me with a flat, murky drink. It had no smell, which just added to the unsettling nature of the drink.
When did it become a trend that a beer has to literally scare me to make it into this blog? I need to start reviewing cupcakes...
There was nothing that could have prepared me for the taste of this, even though it was exactly as advertised: tomato and clam and beer, the combination tasted exactly like blood in my mouth.
It had a strong spicy V8 taste, followed by a hint of skunky Budweiser, followed by gross clammy aftertaste that lingered for what felt like the rest of my life. I have a theory that Bud uses these flavored beers (Bud Lime, Bud Wheat, etc.) to mask bad batches of their beer. Every sip made me make the same face the cat makes when she smells something that threatens her.
(Okay, so her face has more hate. I just look like someone slapped me. Maybe that explains the blood taste in my mouth....)
People always attribute Guinness with being "the beer that is also a meal", but I have to argue Chelada was a more savory beverage. Not like drinking a steak exactly, more like... drinking a cold, salty, pulpy clam dish. Hey. I didn't say it was a good meal.
I really dislike V8, so I found this beer-tail undrinkable. Mike is a little more tolerant of vegetable drinks, so he could drink it, but still found it to be awful.
Although I'd give it a few extra points for creativity, this beer still only rates in at a D. We now have four more beers sitting in the place of undrinkable horror; in the bottom right hand corner of our fridge.
