Kok: Something the fur burger appreciates in all languages! *snicker*
Holy shit, this shit was amazing. The Vasa Museum has mindblowinjobbin coolness, from an absurdly intact ship brought up in 1961 that sank in 1628, the incredible restoration and preservation processes they’ve used on the ship and articles found within, to the skeletons and ALL THE SCIENCE. Oh god, guys, the just panty-dropping SCIENCE. One of the pictures up there is of some salvaged mast, fragile as spider webs, that was found. The patience involved…just…GAH. We saw a saponified human brain. I don’t even know, dudes.
After a fine breakfast, my fur burger played man-in-a-boat (furburgerception?) and took a lovely walk to SERIOUSLY ONE OF THE MOST KICK-ASS IT-WILL-MELT-YOUR-BRAIN-FROM-BEING-SO-INCREDIBLY-AMAZING MUSEUMS IN THE WHOLE FREAKING WORLD. And my fur burger has been to, like, the Abraham Lincoln Museum* in Springfield, Illinois…The Vasa Museum. GIGANTIC PHOTO DUMPS COMING UP!
*Actually, that museum is pretty boss, no joke.
I know it’s been a long while, but there are two epically important lessons my fur burger learned during her delightful Scandinavian conquests:
1. A German opera modernized to death with vague-at-best symbolism translated into Norwegian and Swedish that you did not necessarily research beforehand = You will not know what is happening the vast majority of the time. Also, you will put your coat on during the second intermission and grab your bag before realizing there are a lot of coats left on the seats and send someone to ask an English-speaking bartender “What’s up with this?”
2. A fried egg on a fish sandwich is a thing! A delicious thing. A delicious thing at the only place open after said uber-vague symbolism-drenched production.
Bombastic burger blurred by beautiful buildings!
I have been a rat. A bigger rat than this rat in the streets of Stockholm trying to get its ratty-sculpturey teeth all over my fur burger. My heart has been colder and harder than the metal of its ratty-sculpturey body.
But no longer! Back to the warm, cozy, Polyfilesque-stuffed loving goodness of my fur burger. She is back. And ready to Polyfillyouin with the rest of our Swedish adventures from what is now a bajillion years ago. :D ZOMG, VINTAGE ADVENTURES! We’re gonna need to sepia this shit.
Aww, yeah, somethinlikethat.
I had a dream last night that my Fur Burger went back to Sweden for continued mega-fun times of superior awesomeness! I’m sure the dreamventures - which I sadly awoke from thirty minutes ago and cannot remember all the finer details of - were similarly replete with delicious Stockholmian coffee. And Fur Burgerian saucy delights!
There are a lot of wangs in Stockholm! Like, the good kind. Well, maybe there were jerk “wangs” too, but my fur burger didn’t cum across any!
Seriously, people there were pretty fooking great.
Just because there was lots of sightseeing and walking upon walking to do (seriously, these were not the only ridiculoustairs) doesn’t mean my fur burger didn’t get a poke or two in Stockholm. Ba-zing! ;)
You know what my fur burger likes to do after stuffing herself? Get her pervy hands on even more tasty treats! This time it’s some cookies at a gorgeous bakery in Stockholm called Gunnaison’s. LOOOOOOOOOOOVE IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!
Please enjoy this wonderful photographic post of Cop-outsia, Cop-outland while my fur burger tries to survive this iworkinfoodserviceduringthanksgivingweekarentyougladyourenotme craptactular!
WE’RE HERE AND WE’RE HUNGRY! Like, literally. I didn’t make some sexy fur burger double entendre ohithinkyouknowwhatkindofhungryweREALLYare for this moment.
Every morning for the three mornings we were there - not because we weren’t adventurous, just that this place is freaking ADORABLE - we enjoyed a delightful breakfast at Lilla Caféet på Söder. Spoiler: This won’t be the only breakfast you see documented during this trip sharing.
It must’ve been in the mid-40s while we were there, but the warm coffee in the choose-your-own-mug, and the dense, scrumptious, warm “scones” (is it Swedishist of me to “” that?) with cream cheese and marmalade, made sitting outside in the morning sun and even more cozy affair.
And Fur Burger loves some cozy affairs (see, came back in there).
Here’s another blog post about this wonderful place, with great pictures! Warning: Way less gratuitous filth puns.