I once travelled 3 hours out of my way in Manitoba to view the Royal Canadian Cutting Board Museum (and assorted other roadside curiosities including a five legged squirrel and a nanny goat with 12 udders.) It was up a gravel road and past a big tree. Then I woke up in the hospital 8 days later with the taste of green onions and vodka still in my mouth. I have since hardly mentioned it for fear that Brucie would somehow find fault with me...... and to this day I cannot stand the smell of Johnson's Floor Wax.