Many bars and restaurants around here fail to offer a wide assortment of Mexican alcohols. In fact, many locals maintain that Corona (ick) is the solution to many of life's problems. I recently moved here from Southern California where I went to college. Without getting into much detail, I hold myself as somewhat of a connoisseur of the country's proudest libations...with the exception of cheaper tequilas of course.

I had set out from my apartment near Downtown Nashua to meet up with a co-worker for a few cold ones. It was a breezy 28 degrees as I approached West Pearl, when I received a call from my inquiring co-worker. "Where are we going?", he said. I gave him the low-down. "Martha's is a night-club, The Garden doesn't serve Gin, Peddlers has a cover...," he interupted me. "Let's go to Margarita's!" It was settled.

As we sat, I quizzed the waitress on their beer selection. After she listed the typical, tiring list she gets to the good stuff, Pacifico. I immediatly interupted her because I knew in only a few minutes I was leaving the frozen tundra that is Southern New Hampshire and reconvening with good memories on the sand and in the surf. I plunged the lime and took my first, indulging sip. Never has Mexican beer tasted so delicious.

I highly recommend that you try Pacifico if you ever come across it. The Mexicans that brew it will be truely greatful and I run the possibility of having someone to enjoy it with by Springtime.

Just in case you're a visual person like I am, here's a photo. I like the big one.