The first public blog. Well here's something I thought I would never get, unless it had a purpose. Maybe out of slight fear that the stories reported may one day come back and haunt me if I was ever lucky enough to have kids, or maybe in a more farfetched, future, unlikely but makes a good example type scenario of running for Prime Minister. Alternatively I suppose I could have formed a little stereotype in relation to the online blogging world, but in retrospect it doesn't matter, as I guess this blog does have a purpose.
After a awesome boat trip to Oslo with fellow international students last weekend and the hopeful return back to Manchester in the morning, for the momentously big, epically memorable, obnoxiously eventful and a thorough liver bashing of a week that will be the University of Manchester Easter Ski trip to Les Deux Alp. I had quietly planned to have a more relaxed, not so heavy weekend back in the great Copenhagen in preparation. Yet it is becoming quite difficult to perform such an act, and again from early Paddy’s day evening on Wednesday, until Bright and breezy Sunday morning, it was another weekend to fulfil the expectations that this city has created amongst us living here in the centre of town.
I can report however upon our little excursion to get some food last night, in which our primary objective was to acquire a burger from Peder Ox, as on a Monday night they run a little half price offer on all their burgers. 30 kr for a burger converts to around £4 and may not seem the best offer in the world, but in terms of Denmark… it’s an absolute steal! Yet upon entry our desires were crushed as it was majorly over populated. Having already committed it somehow doesn’t seem possible to call it quits and go home and cook some food so we moved onto a all you can eat ribs place that the Americans amongst us had sampled before, and too was offering a half price Monday.
I can’t remember the name of the place but I can confirm it was on the main street, and had a numerous cows in the window. Furnished with lots of deep coloured wood, its initial aesthetics prescribe the impression that it is a place normally a bit above my league at this point life… and the menu would later confirm this. However its half price so all is good. With the all you can eat ribs conveniently not included, the anti vegetarian menu provided large helpings of solid meat followed with even bigger lumps of meat. With burger already on the brain I ordered the giant beef burger, others ordered ribs with our French man Plaisance ordering the chicken…. A considerable amount of time passed.. I would hazard guess somewhere toward 45 mins. Delivering the impression that this place really new one end of a cow from the other, we could only promise ourselves that the chef was massaging the meat.. manually peppering it with flavour ready to knock our stomachs for six… and by this time they really needed it. Yet with it being situated next to MacDonald’s one can’t help but fear the chef, hoping he/she wasn’t providing the bathroom with graffiti, flirting with the bar staff, mining the nostrils before nipping downstairs and grabbing a fresh big Mac from the old Ronald. Fortunately this was not one of those times and the food by far superseded the service…. The burger was defiantly no false advertising, and the Danish cows must follow the Danes in terms of size as the portion was not something to complain about. A solid meal that put a sock in my stomachs wingeing, was only marginally spoilt by the fact that they charged me about £2 for glass of tap water that I didn’t even consume. Dry….. maybe, but having already paid by card I guess it serves me right for not checking…that can be their tip.
Danny
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