I’ve just returned from the desert region of Andalucia, in Spain. What? You didn’t know there was a desert there? Of course there is. It’s called The Great Quality Beer Desert and I was marooned smack dab in the middle of it for two weeks.
Let me tell you this. It wasn’t easy trying to get a hold of any decent beer, although I did manage to snag a few good German beers now-and-again.
There were plenty of Mexican beers to try though…so I did.
Tecate Lager is brewed by Femsa which, if I’m not mistaken, are the largest brewers in Mexico. Femsa is in turn owned by Interbrew, probably the largest brewing group in the world.
“A Lager beer with a delicious aroma of malt and hops and a delicate balance in its subtle refreshing taste.”
Tecate pours a clear, very pale yellow colour with a half-inch or so of foamy head which soon shrinks to a thin wisp but still manages to leave a reasonable amount of lace on the glass.
The aroma is mostly grassy hops with a little sweet malt. It’s quite nicely balanced on the nose (don’t try that at home kids) with a subtle, but reasonably pleasant bouquet.
The taste is slightly sweet up front, with a clean and crisp mouthfeel and not too much carbonation. It’s a little malty, and there’s a faint grassy hop flavour which mingles with a bready, yeasty tone. On the downside, it has a slight metallic edge, and there’s some corn popping around too. It turns vaguely bitter towards the finish, with a very slightly dry aftertaste.
At 4.5% ABV, this is a pretty typical, kiddie-onnie, Americanised version of a pilsner. Actually, I didn’t think it was all that bad, although I would’ve preferred it a little more chilled. It’s quite refreshing and easy-to-drink, and if you’re not looking for a beer that taxes your senses too much, it’s fine.
I expect this would be a decent beer to wash down some chili-based snacks, but I don’t think it’d be a beer to sit and savour particularly.
It’s recommended to drink this with a wedge of lime jammed in the neck of the bottle/can opening. Personally, I think limes are disgusting, and wasting a beer by sticking one in it is nothing short of sacrilege.
Would I drink it again? – Only when I’m in a desert.