Taste Test: Why Is There A Strawberry Margarita In My Light Beer?Drew Magary4/22/13 3:20pmFiled to: foodspindeadspinxy balls deeptaste testlight beermargaritas633EditPromoteShare to KinjaToggle Conversation toolsGo to permalinkAs someone with a lifelong passion for cheap, horrible beer, I couldn't have been more excited when I walked into a bodega the other day–the same bodega I go to every day to buy a bigass bottle of Coke Zero and a Jack Link's beef stick–and saw a stack of 12-packs of Bud Light Lime STRAW-ber-RITA right in the middle of the store.AdvertisementWhen you find out that a thing like the Bud Light Lime STRAW-ber-RITA exists, you must ask yourself a series of profound questions. Bud Light Lime STRAW-ber-RITA? Seriously? People buy this shit? Why is there a dash after the STRAW and the ber? Why is the "ber" part in a small font and the other parts big? Is that legally required because this concoction contains no actual strawberries? Is this even beer? BRO AM I A GAY IF I DRINK THIS?Well, fear not. I purchased a 12-pack of this abhorrent shit on the spot and brought it home to sample. I did this JUST FOR YOU. I am your lab rat. I am here to subject myself to the vagaries and the horros of Bud Light Lime STRAW-ber-RITA so that you don't have to. I am here to pretend to be brave about drinking this when I really wanted to try it all along anyway, because it looked DELICIOUS. Here now are my findings.AdvertisementFirst of all, this shit is expensive. I threw down $15 for a 12-pack. That's likely due to price inflation here on the mean streets of suburban Maryland–a vast stretch of land where everything is priced as if you live inside a giant Whole Foods–but still. Fifteen bucks is horseshit. You don't even get real cans. Look at this:There are eight measly ounces in that can. I didn't even realize they were Air France-sized cans until I got the case home because I'm a moron. Hard to get excited about the Strawbs (I feel like that's what Dadboner would nickname it) when it comes in a vessel the size of a suppository. But don't worry, frat bros. You don't have to drink it straight from the can and worry about your boys calling you a pansy (small cans are for the gays!). The packaging encourages you to TRY IT OVER ICE! They even have a convenient graphic of the shit being poured over ice into a margarita glass, just as they've been making margaritas in native Oaxaca for centuries now. I'm not one to resist stern demands from InBev labels, so I grabbed a glass and poured it over ice, like a fine scotch. And then I tasted it for the first time.