Super Bock from Portugal easily wins my vote for Most Inscrutable Beer Name. What the fuck does Super Bock mean? I don’t know, but it doesn’t sound very appetizing and the packaging is equally unexciting and dull. Heck, I’d buy empty bottles of London Pride to decorate my house, but not Super Bock. Luckily for this beer, first impressions turn to garbage once you pry the lid off. The first thing about this beer to hit you is that it smells really… nice. Not knock-your-socks-off type aromatic, but much classier than the average mass produced lager; very grassy with a nice dash of apples. Or bananas. I can’t tell. Wow, this beer is a teaser, and with 5.6%abv, it grows onto you only after you’ve drunk the whole pint and let the bitter, hoppy aftertaste settle at the back of your tongue. It pours a dark gold; leaving behind a briefly lived head and plenty of carbonation bubbling up to meet your mouth. It feels thin to drink, but you’re not offended because Super Bock has this short, fruity edge (which is unique enough for the 200 rupee price tag) and goes down better than most lagers I’ve drunk; clean, crisp, perfectly gassy. Super Bock is a huge hit back home in Portugal, hearsay. Something like our Kingfisher, with a 42% share in the domestic beers market or some such staggering figure. I’ve never had any Portuguese beer before, but I’d be glad to try other variants if Super Bock is anything to go by. I’d also love to drink some more of this. I haven’t seen it in any liquor store since Mehta gave me this pint to review, but I do know that it is available at The Pint Room in Bandra for a steep 350 a pop. (That’s also how much a pint of Tuborg will cost you at Blue Frog, which is a bigger rip off). I drank two more of these yesterday, and I think you should, too.