I started out in shorts. By the time I had reached the end of the street I thought it was too late to go back for my butterfly outfit (these, of course, are my thermals. They are black. I may explain more of the name later... but not today.) This was a mistake. You see today was the first day when I thought, wow, it's a wee bit nippy. I was not cold, but I recognized that it was not warm. Me and cold have a special relationship.
This would be an all you can eat place. Success. Not one of those “eat all you can, make a me lich!” style joints. (Right now a ginger out in the real world is repeating that line, with the proper voice. Good for him.)
Now, I rolled up to this restaurant at 10:50. It opened at 11. I didn't feel right being the first person in, so I jumped on another blue bus, and rode it as far as it would go. I seemed to end up at a mall / hospital. I don't know? It was weird. I thought I'd just use the WC and leave.
Let me tell you why a washroom without urinals is a terrible idea. I stood in line for seven minutes – SEVEN – this may not seem long to women who need to use the washrooms after an opera ends – but for me? My goodness, that is a long time! All for the thirty seconds required. A mens washrooms without one urinal. I've never seen such a thing before. I bet there are eight in the womens, and some sneaky devil just put the signs on wrong. Or maybe here women where pants, and men wear dresses, and I was just confused!
But then it was back on the bus, and back to the restaurant, just before noon. The place was packed. But luckily it had three outdoor patios that descended down the hillside. They are prepared for guests in the hundreds – though I don't imagine the food would last.
There was also the freshest Greek salad you've ever had (with no lettuce to get in the way) and a Sheppard's pie with cheese so gooey, it was like the coating of a Ninja Turtles pizza. There was also curry which was... eh? Not so good. But everything else, great.
It was to the point where I would eat a plate, then read some of my book (embracing my inner Bill Bryson) then eat another plate, read some, and so on and so on, for over seventy minutes. I thought about staying the full three hours – but no, I had things to do, didn't I?
I did not.
After the meal, I took a final bus to the north part of town, bought some juice, and then headed back home. It was cold, it was rainy, and I was digesting more food than I had for the last three weeks combined. Three weeks. Has it been that long? Time is so relative. The school year would be getting into full swing by now.
Ha ha, I say. Ha ha.
I checked out what to do in Copenhagen, and then settled in for a long quiet night of internetting.
Goodbye Stockholm, hello Copenhagen. Tomorrow will be my first experience, this trip, on the train as well. What fun. Country number seven, here I come.
It's great to hear that a MAN had to wait (for once) for the bathroom!! haha 7 minutes is a very short wait...
ReplyDeleteSafe travels to your next destination. Enjoy the train. I love to travel via train.
yum to ninja turtles pizza which must be flimsy cheesy heaven. i loved the moment of "crazy eyes" in your vid. Lookin forward to the copenhagen posts.
ReplyDeleteI can't believe that you felt cold; you're a blast furnace. Before I bought some thermal pants I used to wear pajama pants underneath my jeans to classes in the winter- they were glow in the dark pink lamb pajamas. I would then bake for 50 minutes and go home. Thermal pants are much better.
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing great about waiting to use the washroom - ever. And yes, I am a blast furnace. I cracked and wore long sleeves today. Is it because I wanted to wear the sweater, or because I needed it? Hard to say - once I got to copenhagen, I was warmed up though - strange how walking with 50 pounds of gear will do that.
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