When one of our English friends mentioned at work that she was off to Cork, a co-worker told her that she absolutely had to see The Butter Museum. Okaay . . . . Then, when we were at the Cork Tourist Bureau, the extremely voluble gentleman behind the desk said the same thing. Well, okay then. Off we went.
The Butter Museum of Cork (entry fee €5) is, as the name would suggest, about all things butter. The history, production, distribution, and consumption of butter. Irish butter in particular. It seems that Cork was the world biggest butter market at one point. The peedie museum had churns, and paddles, and posters, and documentaries, and packaging, and maps, and well, you name it. It was small, and quaint, and a tad intense, and on the whole, I found it interesting. It won’t replace The Louvre or the V&A on anyone’s bucket list anytime soon, but I’m glad we went.
Turns out, I was the only one of my group enjoying the museum – everyone else spent the visit to The Butter Museum trying to figure out why Lindsay’s co-worker disliked her enough to send her there.
