After seeing a machine do a poo and 151 cunts stuck to a wall, who wouldn't want (or need) a drink? As its name suggests, the MONA Wine Bar sells wine. But strangely it sells a lot of wines from what look like beer taps and that's because it's also a kind of cellar door, peddling surprisingly good wines from its very own soil. You can match these wines (and beer from the adjacent Moo Brewery) with a short but clever menu of light meals or cheeses. From our intense investigative journalism we also found out that there's usually a kind of mobile trailer that cooks and sells chorizo… which is, of course, the art-lover's salami.

As with all places in the brilliantly designed MONA, there's room in the gloom to hide while you try to work out what the fuck is going on - but we suggest taking your glass just outside to the lawn and proudly exposing the confusion on your face.