TRAVIS LEFEVRE
The Scallion Editor
I have no idea why anybody would let me write a beer review. I would hardly even call myself a beer novice.
Having recently turned 21, I always thought beer was trash. The only way I could get myself through a can of Bud Light or Busch is to shotgun it straight down the hatch. To my surprise, my world was shook when I had a taste of Hang Time, a seasonal Pale Lager at EBC.
I took a seat at the bar and awkwardly repositioned myself multiple times because I don’t know the first thing about bar etiquette. Within a few minutes, I was given the glass of Hang Time.
Looking at the glass in front of me full of frothy lager, I considered my angle of attack for my first legitimate beer. What do I do with the foam? Do I drink that, too?
Apparently, the foam is called “the head,” and, in short, Hang Time’s head game is strong.
I ultimately decided to go in with an open mind and it paid off, big time.
So many thoughts went through my head. How is this actually good? Is this what I’ve been missing with beer? Will “Firefly” fans ever get a reboot of the series? My mind was thoroughly blown with the revelation that good beer actually exists.
Without getting into the nitty gritty, there is absolutely no way I should have been able to drink any amount of alcohol due to the ungodly amount that I had the night before. I feel like it’s safe to say that I should still be bedridden. However, even with my now-sensitive pallet, Hang Time went down smoothly and didn’t give my stomach any fuss.
I hung out at the bar with my beer and watched the Bills game and pretended like I knew what was going on on the field. Like I said, I’m the last person who should be reviewing beer.
With most drinks, I have a tendency to get sick of it the more I have. But for Hang Time, the flavor didn’t get old for me, and it’s good to the last drop. It’s a perfect beer for casual evenings and just to hang out with.
In beer speak, Hang Time has an ABV of 5.0 and an IBU of 25. I’m not entirely sure how either of those translate over to describe its taste, but I’m sure the beer connoisseurs that are cringing at this column would like to know this information.
Having only delved into the cheap end of beers, I understandably had some negative preconceived notions about beer in general. I figured this would be a bad addition to a day meant to recover and recuperate, but all-in-all, Hang Time has to be my least regrettable alcohol related decision to date.
Like just about anything that has ever existed, there is no such thing as a perfect specimen and Hang Time is no exception. It’s pretty good though, and I’m glad it was the beer that I lost my bar virginity to.
Rating: 4/5
Verdict: Hang Time was probably the best way to introduce me to beer that isn’t readily available in a 30 rack. If you want to get into the beer scene, this is a good place to start.
