In a world of fast-food outlets and expensive restaurants it took some time (well, up until now actually) to realise that the chain of 'Meaderies' in my part of world are a little unusual.
They are no-frills eateries, mostly set in old church buildings, with a basic menu of chicken-in-the-rough plonked on a wooden platter and brought to your long wooden table by wenches. The menu does stretch a little further to fish and a standard veg platter but a night at a meadery is not really about the food!
A Meadery = mead, and most local people will give you a hundred stories (none of them clean) after drinking the local honey based brew. It comes in different flavours, blackberry (me fav), elderberry, strawberry and original, err, mead.
Half a flagon (a half litre) will cost you your legs and after that it is advisable not to expect to be coherent, or manage to reach your bed without the help of a close friend.
So if you are down in Cornwall with a bunch of friends, a bus and a teetotal driver, please give me a shout as by next month I may just have got over last weekend!!