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| - Where do you take an out-of-towner who doesn't like cheese? Why, to the Mustard Museum, of course! We enjoyed coloring pictures of mustard, but it seems that the owner of the museum, Barry Levenson, did not enjoy two 30-somethings coloring. He ignored us, but greeted the other couple around our age who weren't sitting at the table, busying themselves with crayons. I'm not sure why we were avoided--there were no children present, so we couldn't be mistaken for interlopers or creepy types--but we were. This saddened me, because I've visited the museum at its previous home in Mount Horeb, never to have run into Barry, and I, for one, am a fan. How disappointing. Our pictures were pretty, though.
As a side nota bene, take the staff seriously when they claim that refrigeration enhances the kick of the horseradish mustard. Having tried some in house, we thought we, having no reaction, were immune and bad asses. Then we bought some and put it in the fridge. Yeah, we weren't. Dear god, we weren't.
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