The Monday Night Don’t Call It Hotlanta pours into the glass with a slightly hazy golden hue, featuring a modest, off-white foam that exhibits decent head retention. Surprisingly, the haziness diminishes as the beer warms up, deviating from the typical characteristics of this style. This departure from the norm sets the stage for an evaluation that uncovers both commendable and questionable elements.


As expected, the aroma takes center stage in this brew, and it does not fail to impress. The scent profile is dominated by pronounced notes of pineapple juice and green banana, gradually transitioning towards simple syrup and an unmistakable whiff of vodka-like white alcohol fumes, courtesy of its elevated 8.5% ABV. This amalgamation contributes to an overall tropical mixed drink character. However, it’s worth noting that despite being quadruple-dry-hopped, the intensity doesn’t surpass its counterparts in the New England-style IPA category.


Initiating the tasting experience, the flavor presents itself as initially watery, accompanied by a noticeable white alcohol bite. Subsequent sips reveal the emergence of bright pineapple flavors, but the enjoyment is fleeting. The beer falls short of expectations for this style, lacking the anticipated thick, milkshake-like consistency and the substantial sugar characteristic of similar IPAs. The absence of these elements results in a discordant combination, where the high alcohol content dominates without a proper balance. The 8.5% ABV feels more imposing, akin to an 11% brew. The perceived bitterness is notably high, bordering on unruly, with an aftertaste marked by harshness, powdery chalk, newspaper, and a lingering alcohol burn.


Contrary to expectations associated with haziness and mouthfeel bolstered by the addition of oats, Hotlanta disappoints. The beer leans towards clarity once the initial chill haze dissipates, and the anticipated juicy, sweeter flavors typical of the style are notably absent. The oats contribution, intended to enhance haziness and mouthfeel, fails to make a distinctive impression. The Galaxy dry-hopping does bring forth the delightful essence of ripe pineapple, yet the overall balance falters, turning the act of drinking into a laborious task after just a few sips.


Despite its shortcomings, it would be unfair to label Hotlanta as outright bad. The tropical flavors shine in the aroma and initial taste, leaving a positive impression. However, the critical flaw lies in the beer’s mid-palate and finish, where excessive dryness disrupts the expected harmony for this style. The concept is commendable, and with a less attenuated base beer featuring lower ABV, reduced bitterness, and a more pronounced oat character, this brew could potentially fulfill its intended promise. As it stands, Don’t Call It Hotlanta falls short of the mark, leaving room for improvement in achieving the desired equilibrium within the parameters of its style.