I've been on this beer and clamato fix since this past summer. I actually tried it a while back, but I never knew what the hell it was called and what the ingredients were, and as a result, I never got to order it at any bar until that one fateful summer day in Vegas (props to CJ and Melissa).
So yeah, I saw that beautiful Bud Light/Chelada can and wished myself an early Merry Christmas.
And just to let you know, this whole time I was calling it "red beer" and "bloody beer," and bartenders would look at me funny. I don't know if it was because I didn't know what the correct term was or they thought I was just plain crazy for craving such an odd alcoholic beverage. Regardless, a majority of the people I know (except the few that have an acquired taste like me...one love...we peoples) ask why I would want to do that to myself.
About 2 weeks ago, a bartender served it to me and said without hesitation, "Here you go, crazy girl."
I took one sip, let out a moan of complete satisfaction, and she looked at me with disgust.
Mmmmm. I love it!
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