"Mead me!" she said, as she walked through the doors of Honey Moon, Bellingham’s only meadery. For it had been told that deep within this magical place, pure, golden honey is mixed with water and yeast, and then fermented into an elixir fit for the gods. And so it was. Honey Moon is located in the alley (also the South Bay Trail) between State Street and Railroad Avenue in Bellingham. It’s easy to spot from Maple Street—just look for the brightly colored murals, a semi-smiling (Mona Lisa-esque) moon and maybe a bicycle built for two.
It’s an easy wander up the street from Boundary Bay Brewery, or down the alley from the Bellingham Farmers Market and Depot Square. Honey Moon is open every night except Sunday, so if you’ve ever wondered what mead is like, you’d best get with the program—after all, the cool kids have been drinking it for eons.It’s true: humans have been making, drinking, writing and singing about mead since around 9000 BCE. All the classic cultures refer to it in their hymns, sacred texts and epic poems (Beowulf, anyone?), including the early Greeks, Romans, Aztecs, Egyptians, Persians, Scandinavians, Slavs, and Hindus. (And you thought Coca-Cola was a global phenomenon. Pfffft.)
And while we don’t have proof that the ancients were at all concerned about it, mead is another safe-to-indulge-in adult beverage for the gluten-intolerant. So everyone of legal age can belly up to Honey Moon’s bar and share in their meadly delights! My recent visit to Honey Moon was delightful, indeed, as my cohort and I indulged in a little cider, a little wine, and a bunch o’mead. Basic mead is like a blank canvas—it takes on fruits and spices quite nicely, so the folks at Honey Moon are always mixing up something new to take advantage of our local seasonal bounty. Our bartender, Don, first brought me a sampler of six meads: Lovers, Rhubarb, Orange, Raspberry, Wassail and Hot Spiced. The Lovers Mead is Honey Moon’s classic mead, made with local honey. It was sweet, but not too sweet, and went very well with our nibbles of cheese. To me, the rhubarb didn’t taste overly rhubarby, but I did taste some tangy strawberry notes. The orange and raspberry were exactly as advertised, while the wassail took me back to the holidays, with a fresh-baked spice cookie aroma, and flavors of cloves and cinnamon. The Hot Spiced Mead warmed me up from the inside out—it would be perfect on a chilly evening.