I've been there. Calling it a museum is a bit of a stretch. It's two floors, one of which is a museum (primarily of mustard jars), the other of which is a big mustard/gift shop. The owner is a...
I've been there. Calling it a museum is a bit of a stretch. It's two floors, one of which is a museum (primarily of mustard jars), the other of which is a big mustard/gift shop.
The owner is a huge goofball who loves making jokes. When I went there, he handed out poems with each purchase that were about under-appreciated chemical elements (mine was molybdenum).
I've been there. Calling it a museum is a bit of a stretch. It's two floors, one of which is a museum (primarily of mustard jars), the other of which is a big mustard/gift shop.
The owner is a huge goofball who loves making jokes. When I went there, he handed out poems with each purchase that were about under-appreciated chemical elements (mine was molybdenum).