A barrage of nonsense luxury food items coupled with a surrealist filmic stiff drink.

A very special episode we like to call Canterbury Fails Ales Trails: a pilgrimage to several imbiberies punctuated with discussion of a bilingual apocalypto-prophetic wake-up call to the the English who are clearly eyebrow-deep in dissolution (much like the hosts).

A Middle English bird cries out for mercy, while we suck down the WORST potpourri vanilla chemical peach asscrap

Ælfric lays out the first six days of creation--ecotheory, gender, epistemology (according to Coley)--and we have a stunning cocktail and IPA chaser.

A comic almost-fabliau about a boy, three wishes, and apocalyptic flatulence, with a layered cocktail that hides the darkness in the light.

Margaret was both a medical and military rockstar. Do not mess with her.

An Old English barrage of healing recipes--dung! venison! breast milk!--with a cozy medicinal hearth warmer.

Who'd have thought that the super classy and amazingly sophisticated Marie de France wrote poems on exploding ass and pregnant men?

An anonymous Boethius-lite (TM) prison poem coupled with an opaquely frothy egg creme abomination.

The short Old English death lyric embedded in an emotional Latin letter about an expiring superstar scholar, coupled with an explosive lemon and anise dropshot.