There are a lot of things I like about Iceland so far, but the coffee is pretty stand out. It comes strong, and in large quantities. And there are no shortages of great kaffihus's around.
I had the day off on Sunday, so I headed to downtown Reykjavik. Unfortunately, it was raining, and most shops and galleries were closed. However, that made it the perfect day to sit inside and drink coffee. Tiu Dropar seems to be a an institution here (at least Reykjavik Grapevine says so http://www.grapevine.is/media/pdf/bestof_grapevine.pdf). The name literally means 10 drops, but it's a common expression to use here when you just want a bit more. It's the Icelandic equivalent to a splash.
Hidden in a cozy basement on Reykjavik's equivalent of Osborne St, the place reminded me of Amma and Afi's house. It's grandma-y, but that's the great thing about it. I promise I will get some better pictures, but I'm so awkward taking pictures while I'm out and about. I'm so concerned that I look too much like a tourist, or that I'm just freaking people out taking pictures everywhere. Really, doing self portrait work has been more necessity for me than anything.
I have no idea what the little needlework hanger things are called, or really anything about them, other than I remember Amma having them, and I see them everywhere here. Also the sort of needlework chair cushions they had on their dinning room set. It all makes me very happy.
The food and coffee here were great too. The coffee was good and strong, the sandwich came on nice thick Icelandic brown bread, which is not as common here as I thought it would be. Neither is the coffee sock, which I thought was the official Icelandic way of making coffee. Nope, that's really old fashioned. What I have to go back and try is the skyrkakka. Cake made out of the thick, amazing yogurt they have here. Apparently it's amazing.
I have most of the weekend off, so I will likely be heading down to Reykjavik for my frimitimi (free time). I'm going to try to get some shots tomorrow of protests that have been going on in reaction to the trial of 9 protesters who entered the Parliament in 2008. Even the prime minister thinks the whole thing is a farce. The 9 face up to 16 years in prison, yet so far none of the bank heads have gone to trial. I was going to photograph today, but I read some wrong information on where the protests were being held, and wound up in an empty park. Oh well. They will be continuing, I'm sure. Here's an article for anyone interested in the trials. Reykjavik 9 Trial
Bless bless.
I had the day off on Sunday, so I headed to downtown Reykjavik. Unfortunately, it was raining, and most shops and galleries were closed. However, that made it the perfect day to sit inside and drink coffee. Tiu Dropar seems to be a an institution here (at least Reykjavik Grapevine says so http://www.grapevine.is/media/pdf/bestof_grapevine.pdf). The name literally means 10 drops, but it's a common expression to use here when you just want a bit more. It's the Icelandic equivalent to a splash.
Hidden in a cozy basement on Reykjavik's equivalent of Osborne St, the place reminded me of Amma and Afi's house. It's grandma-y, but that's the great thing about it. I promise I will get some better pictures, but I'm so awkward taking pictures while I'm out and about. I'm so concerned that I look too much like a tourist, or that I'm just freaking people out taking pictures everywhere. Really, doing self portrait work has been more necessity for me than anything.
I have no idea what the little needlework hanger things are called, or really anything about them, other than I remember Amma having them, and I see them everywhere here. Also the sort of needlework chair cushions they had on their dinning room set. It all makes me very happy.
The food and coffee here were great too. The coffee was good and strong, the sandwich came on nice thick Icelandic brown bread, which is not as common here as I thought it would be. Neither is the coffee sock, which I thought was the official Icelandic way of making coffee. Nope, that's really old fashioned. What I have to go back and try is the skyrkakka. Cake made out of the thick, amazing yogurt they have here. Apparently it's amazing.
I have most of the weekend off, so I will likely be heading down to Reykjavik for my frimitimi (free time). I'm going to try to get some shots tomorrow of protests that have been going on in reaction to the trial of 9 protesters who entered the Parliament in 2008. Even the prime minister thinks the whole thing is a farce. The 9 face up to 16 years in prison, yet so far none of the bank heads have gone to trial. I was going to photograph today, but I read some wrong information on where the protests were being held, and wound up in an empty park. Oh well. They will be continuing, I'm sure. Here's an article for anyone interested in the trials. Reykjavik 9 Trial
Bless bless.
We really enjoyed the updated today. What a cute little coffee shop! The needlepoint thing is very much like what Amma had in her kitchen. Looking forward to your next entry.
ReplyDeleteJust a drop, I remember that one from Icelandic class. Have you given Haukur a shout yet?
ReplyDeleteYes, and he's living in Rome, studying philosophy!
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