Have you ever seen anything so terribly compelling that you couldn’t turn away . . . say like a train wreck?Well, while I was in my local beer store I was poking around looking for something new and interesting to try. For me that means a new micro brewery or something seasonal. You know . . . something good!
What I hadn’t ever remotely anticipated purchasing was an Anhueser Busch product. And certainly not of the Budweiser variety. Least of all a Budweiser with . . . dare I say . . . clamato juice.
Ack! I said it! Yes, I bought it.
The 16 ounce can sat in my refrigerator for weeks. Looking me square in the face every time I opened the door. Mocking me. Taunting me to try it. For the longest time, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Hell, I wasn’t even sure why I bought the thing in the first place. Talk about buyer’s remorse! Not that it cost all that much money; it was the principle of the thing!
Last night . . . in a moment of awful weakness, I gave in and broke down an popped open that wretched can of . . . *gulp* . . . beer.
It poured a sickish kind of pink color. As the can emptied out more of the reddish clamato juice poured out. I swished the can a bit to get as much of the stuff out as I could . . . if I was going to do it, I was going to do it right!
Mmmm . . . clamato juice.
I’ve never actually purchased Clamato juice. It is a drink made of reconstituted tomato juice concentrate flavored with spices and clam broth. My only recollection of ever seeing this product in someone's home was my grandmother who used it to mix up her bloody mary’s.
Anyhoo . . .
So, the glass of Chelada . . . that’s what they call it . . . sat on my counter as I contemplated drinking this concoction of beer, tomato / clam juice with a supposed splash of lime. I finally mustered the courage and took a sip.
Hmmm . . .
And to my complete and utter horror I actually liked it. For shame . . . it is a pretty tasty train wreck.
Shocking, I know . . . I have nothing more to say for myself.
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