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
I know where I am going when the zombie apocalypse strikes.
... so that's where you'll be when the cholesterol apocalypse strikes? :D
It's a cheese mine! Must be a soap mine nearby.
What 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.