
The cheesy compound is filled to the ceiling with 300kg drums of sandwich wonderfulness, kept at a chilly 2C through a combination of being 30m below ground, and a powerful liquid cooling system. The adjacent area is still an active limestone mine, but luckily, thick walls keep the cheese cache safe. Phew. So it’s incredibly huge, a little cold, and a little dangerous. This is fine with me. I would gladly put on my warmest coat and skip through this grand hall of lunchtime glory, spraying Velveeta into my mouth and stuffing my pockets with delicious orange treasures. [Wired]
Photograph by Christoph Morlinghaus




















Tom Reynolds
Wednesday, February 2, 2011 at 8:28 AMI know where I am going when the zombie apocalypse strikes.
Matt
Wednesday, February 2, 2011 at 11:28 AM… so that’s where you’ll be when the cholesterol apocalypse strikes? :D
Evan
Wednesday, February 2, 2011 at 9:07 AMIt’s a cheese mine! Must be a soap mine nearby.
naguere
Friday, May 13, 2011 at 11:09 PMWhat a photograph,
what, what, ‘Say what! one more time’
Absolutely splendid and what a great place .
The next time I see those slices melting on my bread I will think of this.
There is no other.