To continue our tour of the world’s beer, we shall discuss Amstel. On the Amstel. Yes, I said it. I drank Amstel beer sitting only feet away from the Amstel river in Amsterdam. Jealous? You should be. You should also be jealous of the wowholycrap LITER of beer that I drank. Examine the proof as you compare the size of the glass to the size of my friend Katie’s head.
We were even given straws to expedite the process.
No, but seriously, this is a good beer. Very different from it’s cousin Guinness, the stout, Amstel is a lager, or light beer (no… not light like Coors Light, the bane of my American existence). Amstel is light in color, but not in flavor. The Amstel served in Amsterdam, as I assume is true with all exported beers, is different from the one we get in cans in the States, and even from the one served on draught in pubs in France. The best description I can give is sharper. Amstel from Amsterdam really hits you in the face, as much as a beer can (with the exception of high percentage beers like Delirium and Bavaria. 8.6% alcohol. Wow.)
