I got an amusing mix of responses when I told friends and family I was visiting Muenster, which sits about 15 miles south of the Red River, 65 miles north of Fort Worth, and 5,000 miles west of its namesake, in Germany. “I thought Muenster was a cheese.” “Is that where Eddie Munster lives?” And my favorite: “That’s near Rednecks With Paychecks!” from an enthusiastic cousin. (RWP, I would soon learn, is a biannual off-roading festival held outside the neighboring hamlet of Saint Jo.) This tiny town of about 1,600 may not be on every Texan’s radar, but it’s a hidden gem for those in the know. And there are a lot of them: Metroplexers looking for a weekend escape; oenophiles eager to sample North…