This bottle of cool beauty has a number of things going for it. First off, the label is slick as shit. Matte black with green foil, damn. Secondly, there is some stupid shit printed on the under-side of the cap. I think it said, "What's cooking?" or "What's brewing?" or some dumb shit, but, still, it's fun to find a little bottle cap note. Third, it tastes great. It was more fun to drink it out of a glass but the same taste-joy can be achieved straight from the bottle (if pretentiousness isn't your thing). Finally, and this is in many ways a generic claim, if you say "Diet" before "Amarillo Hefe" is has fewer calories. That last one is a lie, but it is totally true. I'm digging this beer.
It has this rich malty flavor, with a nice chewiness, without being overly heavy, and maintaining a light but layered flavor. It smells a bit like summer, but the hops just sings harmony. It's like they wanted to step back from the trend of going balls-out in one direction or the other, malty or hoppy, and really put in the effort to make a balanced beer, a good beer. Who knew Houston could produce anything but horrible shit?
Houston, which has taken to much precious from us all and returned nothing but filth and hate, has finally produced something the rest of the world can approve of, or, dare I say, can even like. All it took to begin to redeem Houston was Amarillo.
Drink the beer. You'll enjoy it. Or, if you don't enjoy it, you are un-American, and the ghost of Senator McCarthy will wait for you under your bed.
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