Beer: Pilsen
Brewery: Fabricas Nacionales de Cerveza, Montevideo, Uruguay
ABV: 5.1%
A generic glass for a generically named beer. |
Ah, the pilsner. Invented in the Czech town of Plzen and
since disseminated all over the globe, it is often one of the few styles we
have to choose from when traveling around the world. Oftentimes, when I’ve
found myself traveling someplace where I didn’t speak the language, I would
have to gamble on my beer selection by choosing the one with the most interesting
sounding name. After all, who is to know which of the three beers available is
a pale lager, which is a pilsner, and which might be something a bit more
interesting?
I've done two beers from South America thus far, and both of them had some weird code printed on all the bottle caps. The Xingu bottle cap had some indecipherable symbol, whereas these all had some random series of numbers. Batch number? Any ideas? (The 120211 is probably a packaging date, if I had to guess). |
This strategy has sometimes worked out well (such as when I
tried Cerveza Kunstmann in Chile), and sometimes not well at all (when I went
for the Sarajevesko in Bosnia over the brand simply called ‘Pan’). Now if only
some enterprising brewery would just make these choices easier…
A slew of creatively named Latin American beers. Pilsen, Pilsener from El Salvador, and Pilsener from Ecuador. |
A-ha! Muchas gracias, Fabricas Nacionales de Cerveza of
lovely Montevideo, Uruguay! Your beer Pilsen is not
misleading in the slightest. It’s a pilsner! It turns out that Patricia, the
other major brand of beer in Uruguay, is also a pilsner and tastes remarkably
similar to Pilsen, but who could guess what
the hell Patricia tastes like based on that totally weird, vague name?
All kidding aside, Pilsen is pretty good. It’s considerably
sweeter and fizzier than the average pilsener, but that makes it unique
(ironically, despite the generic name), and I like it. I like Uruguay, too.
It’s one of the few countries I’ve written about for this blog that I’ve
actually visited, and Jaime and I wished we had spent more time there during
our travels. It’s like a smaller, calmer, less fanatical Argentina, with all
the great culture, food, and architecture of its massive neighbor, minus the
hubbub. They even speak more slowly, so I could actually understand what people
were saying despite their thick rioplatense
version of Spanish.
Perhaps they speak so slowly because they’ve had a few too many Pilsens?
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