The idea of going to a mill reminds me of going to Plimouth Plantation as a child. Makes me want to churn butter and make my own flour.
I’ve since learned that doesn’t happen at an olive mill.
But – there are all kinds of delicious olives, oils and spreads. Pretty cool spot to spend a rainy Sunday with a friend, before the two of you spontaneously devote eight hours to redecorating your bedroom.