Modelo Especial

12 oz. can. No freshness date seen. Straw yellow color, no head to speak of. Aromas are of corn, malts, and earthy hops. Flavors are of corn, sweet malts, some bitterness from the hops. Medium mouthfeel, decent body. Nothing to write home about, but not as bad as it’s been rated.

Bottled. Not the worst pale lager I’ve tried, but not especially great. One of the few things that I appreciated was that it didn’t smell stongly of corn and rice. Sure it was there, but not the bulk of the aroma. As a matter of fact, I have a hard time describing this beer in terms of good things. It’s much easier to describe it in terms of "things that weren’t awful."

Good mexican beer. A ton better than Corona. a little pricey though. my go-to fajita beer

(bottle) pale lager gold with small, rapidly fading white head. A whiff of citrus in the aroma. Body is light with some hops in the finish.

24 oz can. Pale golden beer, thin white head. Aroma is quite soapy, thin pale malt. Slightly sweet, corny aroma. Flavour is bland at best, soapy and slightly oily tasting. Meh.

Nothing especial about this one. Poured a clear golden color with a small head that disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Very non-memorable in flavor and taste, although I do remember that I didn’t like it all that much.

All in all, a typical Mexican brew. Slightly better than Corona in my estimation, the pale golden pilsner has only the mildest hppy notes mingled with the faintest citrus hints. A bit of malt, but not too much of anything going on. Not terribly great, but not offensive. A decent sipping beer.

So NachlamSie and I decided to embark upon a journey to the Great Lakes area, hitting lots of brewpubs, and bottle shops. As our most successful journey was coming to an end, we found ourselves in the Polish section of Chicago. After walking for an eternity and eating a wonderful Polish buffet, we decided to stop at a bar for a beer. In the heart of Polish Chicago, we hoped to at least manage to get a descent Polish beer before hopping back on the Blue Line ride back to the hotel for the last night. We instead found ourselves in a bar that had one pool table, a TV, a few local drunks, and only Macro beers. We decided to go with the Modelo Especial. I even had a lime with mine. So after a week of some of the most fantastic beers and bottle shops in America, we found our trip coming to a close in a dive bar in Polish Chicago, drinking Mexican beer on Saturday night. Fantastic times. The beer was secondary to the experience, but I remember it being watery and corn syrupy, with my lime providing me with the most satisfaction.