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The kid behind the counter says, "Hey—Bomb Lager! Ever had it?"
"Nope, looks like I'm about to, though." I answered.
As he swipes my credit card he says, "They're new, out of Pennsylvania. It's kind of skunky in a good, Heineken kind of way." He seemed excited. I think he could tell by the look on my face I was not, but the card had been swiped, nonetheless. He grinned, "They sell it to us cheap, though!" Good thing I'm cheap on Sundays.
In fact, it is a good thing I'm cheap on Sundays. It's not skunky at all. In fact it's pretty good. It pours a maple-wood gold, with a wallop of a fluffy white head. It smells grainy, like wet bread, with no hoppiness at all. It's smooth, nearly creamy with a good bit of carbonation. It's grassy and just a bit bitter with a dry finish. It has a touch of sweetness—almost a sweet and sour note like fresh grapes—but just at start. The sweetness trails off and the hop bitterness steps in after the swallow.
Is it a light lager? Yes. Are there a thousand light lagers out there? Yes. Would it make for a great lawnmower beer? Yes. But, I can't say it's just a lawnmower beer, it's better than that. It's more than just refreshing, it's a truly well made light lager—and that's hard to do. There's little room for error in a beer like this and Bomb seems to have pulled this one off. So, not only did I get new and cheap I also got good—and maybe a little surprised thrown in there, too.