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The last post was about the more gourmet food experiences you can have in Iceland (asides from the hotdog from the street stall).
Iceland is an island smack-bang in heart of the North Atlantic Ocean so where would Iclelandic food be without seafood! Seafood is a staple and one of the best dishes I had when I was in Iceland was on my first night.
When I arrived there was a small festival in full swing just around the corner at the old harbour: stalls with huge, steaming pots of seafood soup, beer on tap, live music….all for free.
And a big sign saying…‘Welcome to Iceland, Cherina!’
It was pretty chilly out so beer and soup was exactly what I needed.
The fish soup was divine! Hot, totally not raw, and delicious…
Which brings me to dried fish and rotten shark meat, which is the complete opposite. They look harmless, I admit. And many, many people love it.
I can’t attest to this myself but, mmm…sounds scrumptious!
My advice: If you are so inclined, absolutely give it a try…but sample it in a quiet corner with a discreet bin handy. No need to offend anyone with a sudden uncontrollable onset of gag reflex.
(Yes, this happened to me with the dried fish. Needless to say, I didn’t make it to the Hárkal.)
Hárkal is often followed by a chaser of Brennivín, a uniquely Icelandic alcoholic drink. Brennivín is a type of schnapps made from fermented potatoes and flavoured with caraway seeds, also referred to as Svarti Dauði: The Black Death.
The name comes from the black label on the bottle, not the potency of the drink….or so they say.
Are you game? I was. It’s….well, rather strong. And a little like vodka. Really strong vodka. Let’s leave it at that.
I went to the famous Icelandic Fish and Chips restaurant on Tryggvagotu near the old harbour and tried their ‘special’ of Redfish with spiced potatoes and skyronaise.
Apart from the more undercooked varieties, I thought the Icelandic food I tried was great and I am looking forward to sampling even more next time I am there.
On my last day in Iceland a storm came out of nowhere and a furious wind carried me back down to the old harbour for a final bowl of seafood soup at Höfnin Restaurant before I flew back to the UK.
The final taste of Icelandic food that I will encounter for a while….but it definitely won’t be the last.
Did you miss Part One of Icelandic Food: Culinary Delights and Disasters?