For an upcoming trip to Budapest, I started looking at restaurants to visit. Generally, I’ll try a lot of things, but I think I’ll skip this place.
I had to go to the grocery store to buy reindeer for dinner tonight. I plan to tell the kids that these were the reindeer that just didn’t make the cut for the holidays. (Then I’m going to throw just one cherry tomato into the mix).
I finally got to visit a Stockholm institution last week – Günters hot dog stand. I’ve heard rumors over the years about the amazing hot dogs and the owner who is very strict with how you order. Though I was frightened of making a mistake (very similar to the Seinfeld ‘Soup Nazi’ episode), everything went fine and I have to admit, it was an amazing hot dog.
There’s always a long line, so you can’t be in a hurry, but it’s worth it! Remember, it’s only one guy running the stand and he makes them fresh. He’s not all that into chit-chat or customer service, but he will make you an amazing hot dog with toasted baguette bun (you don’t get a choice on that). Know what you want to order when you get up there and then step aside!
I looked up reviews from a few other people about the place. Here are a few excerpts:
I cry a little every time I eat any hotdog that isn’t from Günters
If left stranded on a desert island and I had to choose between 100 big macs or just one Gunters krauker wurst + sauerkraut korv I would pick the sausage.
It felt just like your were standing in line at the Soup-nazi-stand in Seinfeld:-)
Me and my wife stood in line and the guy in the stand just screamed – NEXT!
He handled like four five orders at the time and didn’t care if there were two or twenty people in line. He just had his own pace.
I had a headache last night and ended up making a rather boring pasta meal for my kids and their friends. I was afraid they might not eat it, but when I came back into the kitchen, the plates were fairly clear.
I was happy until they left and I went to close the kitchen window…. where there were spaghetti noodles hanging down from the windowsill.
I’m fairly sure it wasn’t my own kids as they’ve never tried that one before. So I have to give credit to our guests. I may have to try this method the next time I’m served raw herring at someone’s house.
My oldest son had his 10th birthday this week. I told him he could have anything he wanted for dinner, so he chose – Blood Pudding.
Blood Pudding? You know, an American kid would have chosen an Oreo pie covered in ice cream. Blood pudding?
In my 14 years in Sweden, I had managed to avoid blood pudding. But it was my son’s birthday wish, so yes, I ate the blood pudding.
Verdict – … interesting.
Tomorrow we celebrate Christmas in Sweden. This means a huge Christmas dinner (lunch actually).
As you can guess, there are a lot of meatballs involved. Also sausages, ham and potatoes. Many families eat pickled herring. I’m not into that nonsense.
Anyway, tonight will be the usual tradition of my husband cooking tons of meatballs all evening in preparation for tomorrow. Honestly, how can I not make the annual Swedish chef joke? You have to take advantage of the material given to you. In honor of his hard work, here is a picture of my husband the last time he cooked chicken.
Breakfast this morning was pumpkin muffins, pie and …. a carrot – because you need something healthy. Do my kids even realize how lucky they are to have an American mom that considers leftover pie and cake to be breakfast foods? They’d rather have grapefruit and oatmeal. Kids don’t know what they’re missing.
Today will be day 3 of Thanksgiving leftovers. (We celebrated on Saturday.) I feel that I may soon turn into a combination of sweet potatoes and green bean casserole. I’ve forgotten if other food exists. Maybe I’ll venture out to the grocery store today and see if people eat other things. I have no memory of food before. I know there are such things as pie, but that’s as far as I stretch. I’ve been hearing of something called salad. It rings a bell. I wonder if my body can take it. I shall experiment tonight – after my green bean and sweet potato lunch.
Tips for travelers going either way.
Going to dinner takes 3 hours. I didn’t believe it either, but it’s true.
The dining area of most restaurants is the same size as my living room.
Your food may be cheaper than your drink.
Sip slowly – your drink will be smaller than your hand. No refills!
Going to dinner takes an hour. We have movies to catch and the restaurants need to herd in the next round.
The dining area of most restaurants consists of many booths where we can all hide. We do not share tables.
Food and drinks are pretty cheap. This is why we have an obesity problem.
A small drink order comes with unlimited refills. I’ve never understood why people pay for larger.
Went to a German restaurant this past weekend with some friends. Is it possible to go to a German restaurant and not discuss WW2 at some point? It always manages to work itself into the conversation somewhere between the schnitzel and the bratwurst.