As the only purveyor in town, the Bitter End wins this category by default. Mead, which most are probably acquainted with solely by name from reading Beowulf back in high school, is essentially just honey, water, and yeast. Left to ferment it works itself into a potent little potion. What is at first a peculiar taste becomes an obsession after just a couple of rounds. Yes, beware the vicious hangover; but, with the right partner, the wonderfully libidinous drunk is well worth paying for in pain.
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