Tunnbrödsrulle

I'll get to the title later (SUSPENSE). So really I should've written this a while ago since it's about last weekend, but I've been lazy so...yep. Saturday night started out with a little get together at a place called The Bishops Arms who have apparently decided to have the ugliest, slowest loading site in the history of the internet. I decided to spend far too much on a beer here because I found out they have Rogue Dead Guy Ale. It was worth it. Oh, I met Amy, Linnea, and Linnea's boyfriend Nils here.

We proceeded on from here to a place called The Liffey in Galma Stan. They forced you to order in English at this bar, which was funny, but other than that it was overcrowded and a general pain in the ass. We met several new faces there and though I'm sure they have fun Swedish spellings, I will spell there names Americanized in this blog. 'MERICA! We met Emily, her boyfriend Mark, molestery Mark (yup, a fitting name Amy dubbed), and a British fellow by the name of Tom who will hereon be known as Tintin for reasons I'll go into later.

Everyone pretty much dispersed after this bar except Tintin, Amy, and me. We proceeded onwards closer to where Amy lives to some bar in a place called Odenplan; Tintin busted his ass rotten on the ice on the way. After drinking even more here, Tintin proceeded to tell us how he looks like Tintin because of his hairstyle, and was upset that we didn't know who Tintin is (should we?). Tintin also mentioned that we are pilots (to pick up girls). When I responded, "Do I look like a pilot?" because I had a hoodie and a t-shirt, he countered with, "...You're a co-pilot then!" No piloting of any kind was had, and I left at stupid late and got home even later to my retarded American friends who coaxed me into staying up until past six in the morning. It should be noted that I tried to get a tunnbrödsrulle on my way home this night, but there was a huge line at four something when I got back to my place!

So, Sunday rolls around and I wake up well into the afternoon. I had one thing on my mind to accomplish: tunnbrödsrulle. This is a tunnbrödsrulle:



Let's cover this. A hot dog, with a bunch of mashed potatoes, all the ingredients for a salad, mustard, curry ketchup, and shrimp salad. It's pretty obvious that this thing was INCREDIBLE HOLY GOD! Best drunk food ever! I went into instant food coma bliss upon finishing it, mmmm. By the way, that word is HARD to say, and I thought I had it down, but right when I said it the guy behind the counter started speaking English to me, so I guess not :(. Here's a YouTube clip of Anthony Bourdain eating one on his show No Reservations when he was in Sweden (it's at about 6:30):



-Brandon