Once mainstream blue collar fodder sold at Mets baseball games, this traditional dry lager lives on in its better updated version boasting brighter orange-yellow body and minor turbidity. Pleasant fruited hop aroma and toasted barley-wheat backbone add new dimension to prominent sour malt frontage (which remains similar to original recipe). But sharp bitterness is gone by short-changed aftertaste.

Complacently phenol light-bodied lager conjures comparisons to limpid South of the Border macrobrews such as Corona. Understated roasted barley hesitance, dry hop-fizz, and dour sourdough thinness appease illusive pumpkin-spiced dusting.

Drab aluminum-yellowed pale lager lets cloy rice-sugared sourdough buttering, thin mineral-grained spice hop zip and ginger-leafed maize husk get lost amongst musty corn-oiled backdrop. Musky dry-smoked beechwood soaping, bland cotton-candied nuance and pale-malted cardboard plainness depleted by ruinous chemical solvency and briny lemon-salted bittering of horrid Latino, further complicating matters.

Puffy beige-headed wood chip-burnt blonde lager proffers buttery caramel creaminess. Leafy hop bitterness, subtle malt vacillation, and sweet yeast amble provide even-handed complement not far removed from honey-soaked India Pale Ales.