The latest addition to the German Village tiny door club has made its appearance, this time on Macon Alley, near the intersection with Beck. The elf who lives here must be an indolent athlete — sufficiently skilled and vigorous to scramble up the bricks and latticework, but unwilling to repair his rickety front steps.
Last night Kish and I were out on the town with the Bahamians, and we decided to hit the Brothers Drake — our first meadery. It’s on East Fifth Avenue, across from The Table and in the rapidly developing area between the ashore North and south campus. Last night, even with a $10 cover charge, the Brothers Drake was jammed with people eager to quaff a wide range of meads and hear a good band play some live music.
We all got our inaugural cups of mead and took a few cautious sips. I’d heard that you have to watch the sweetness scale if you’re going to drink mead — it is made with fermented honey, after all — so I’d ordered a spiced mead that that was supposed to be on the lower end of the sweetness spectrum. Even so, it was too sweet for our tastes — kind of like drinking a dessert wine. I think I could develop a taste for mead, though, with a bit more experience and guidance on the different varieties. I’m glad I gave it a shot.