Eh, okay.

Today, I stuffed my face. I took the new girl in town to the Dinosaur BBQ, where I proceeded to eat myself into a state of fullness which I have never before achieved. Maybe it was the bacon cheeseburger. Or the mac salad. Or the fries.

Or maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that my pint of beer seemed larger than a pint because it was, in fact, four 4oz glasses of varying varieties. Dinosaur Ape Hanger (brewed by Syracuse’s Middle Ages), Lagunitas IPA, Custom Brewcrafter’s seasonal (dark and creamy, whatever it was), and a Sierra Nevada Pale Ale were all served to me on a wooden paddle. And they were all delicious.

Whatever the reason, as I’ve already mentioned I was feeling as stuffed as Ron Jeremy’s under…wait, that’s gross. Strike that.

What am I getting at? What I’m getting at is this: after said meal, and a round of Wii sports consisting of tennis, bowling, and rabbit smashing, I was thirsty once more. But being so jam-packed with other delicious edibles, I felt that ingesting another indulgent item would be foolish. I needed something that was better than Keystone, but not quite as heavy as anything with the words “imperial”, “porter”, or “Stone Brewing” in them.

There was one obvious choice: I needed something better than crap, but less than stellar. I needed something that was….O.K. I needed an O.K. beer. And thank god for the Polish, because Okocim just so happens to brew O.K. Beer. Without further suspense: this is a beer that truly lives up to its name.

O.K. Beer pours an incredibly clear amber – there’s not a trace of cloudiness to be seen. The same could be said, however, for the head. Perhaps I just don’t know how to pour beer, or perhaps that’s what you get for a $1.99 bomber. Regardless, sitting in front of me was a clear amber European Pale Lager that was just begging to be put out of its misery. Always happy to do this for a comrade, I started off with a few cautious sips; although not before taking a good whiff first. There’s nothing to report on the aroma though, so I’ll move right along.

As I’ve already stated, this is a certifiably O.K. beer. There’s hardly any presence of hops, malts, or…well, taste. Maybe it’s the allergy-ridden sinuses, but there really isn’t much to this brew. Which isn’t the worst thing in the world, as it means that at least it doesn’t possess a taste that drives the consumer to immediately chase it with the closest edible looking object in order to alleviate the palette-offending intruders.

All in all, I’d say that this is the type of beer that you’d want to start someone off with if they’ve never had a beer before. Will it expose them to the tasty world of IPAs, stouts, and other delectable treats that can be found at your local grocer? Absolutely not. But will it be so overpowering that they’ll be turned off; forever afraid to re-enter the land of hops and glory? Nope. This inexpensive, inoffensive brew is the training wheels on the bicycle of beers – but personally, I’m looking forward to getting back on the road bike and going for a hearty cruise.