Our food adventures in Stockholm consisted firstly of an Irish pub.
Hubby had a craving for fish and chips, you see. What was served had the correct trimmings, but seemed to have been a bit long in the fryer.
But this being Stockholm, you simply can’t get away from those Swedish meatballs, even in an Irish pub. Mind you, it tasted good with a pint of stout.
The next day we had another encounter with those meatballs, but in a dungeon.
Apparently this used to hold back in the day the most notorious prisoners in the country, including one who assasinated the king.
Hubby had his encounter with meatballs.
While I had an encounter with some very nice goulash, despite the simplicity of the accompaniment – the cafe I suspect was run by Eastern Europeans.