Listen, foodies. Mead is not, and can not be made to go with any meal. It's not for chicken or fish or beef or pork or mutton or even the wildest gamiest piece of animal or sides of vegetables nor sweets you can throw on the dinner table. Mead has one purpose, and one purpose only. It is for getting totally, obliteratively shit-faced. It is a brew for bruising for brain. If you must eat with it, than nothing more than a course dark bread served hot and fresh. This is the stuff for hard men, after a day in the fields or to stiffen and heighten one's resolve before battle, or celebrate after victory. This not the stuff for softies. You can not disguise it with berries or spices or citrus. This drink is the balm of another generation, another time, another mind. Mead can not be gentrified. Mead is base.