One of the best things about living in San Diego during college, was the amazing proliferation of cheap Mexican beer. You know the stuff … watery, tangy when it shouldn’t be, its only saving grace being the large quantity of lime slices around. I mean you could drink a dozen of those before you realized the lady you were cuddling up with was actually a surly Tijuana bartender. And he was more than happy to keep pumping foolish high schoolers…uh, I mean college, yeah college students … full of overpriced beer-water.

But college is over. I’m old. My liver is particular, and I only drink those beers to reminisce what alcohol tasted like when I could eat 10 taco bell tacos in one sitting.

Now, however, I can get my reminiscing done with a $4 bottle of local craft brew. Cause by golly if this didn’t taste EXACTLY like cheap Mexican beer. The first words out of my wife’s mouth were “where’s my lime?”. Admittedly, I’ve never had a Kolsch in Germany. But unless the 20 or so other versions of the style I’ve had were doing it wrong, someone from south of the border snuck in wearing Lederhosen and swapped out the recipes. Surly bartender and citrus fruit not included. ¡No me gusta!