Swedish culture, as we know it, is defined by one thing: IKEA (and maybe H&M). From stereotypical Swedish meatballs and lingonberries to crazy-designed leather chairs, IKEA has it all. And surprisingly, the store does a pretty good job portraying what Stockholm, Sweden is actually like. There are numerous furniture stores (how they all stay in business is beyond me), everything on the IKEA menu is considered Swedish food, especially the cinnamon buns, and people are tall, beautiful, and slender as shown in H&M advertisements. Unfortunately, when I say IKEA embodies Stockholm, it also means there isn’t much else to know about Swedish culture that can’t be found in IKEA or H&M.
However, what I love most is the fact that food is always the one component of culture that is unique to an area. And after being in Stockholm, the Swedes definitely have their own take on food, especially on American food.
After a whole day of traveling, my friends and I were completely famished, so we stopped by a local Greek place called Gyrella and ordered some “mega pitas.” A “mega pita” is basically ingredients and fries stuffed in a huge grilled pita - that’s a Swedish take on Greek food I suppose. I ordered the Pork Mega Pita, and I thought I was going to have a heart attack after all the grease I ate, but hunger-satisfying nonetheless. Then headed out to a bar where I had some awesome pear cider.
Next morning, ventured out to Saturnus Cafe for the city’s largest cinnamon buns. And boy was I starry-eyed.Coffee in Sweden is another must-try for a traveler. It was the first time I enjoyed black coffee - no sugar, no cream. And it was delicious, especially when I dipped my cinnamon bun in it.
Husmanskost (“husman”:house owner and “kost”: food), traditional Swedish dishes made with everyday ingredients, was actually served pretty limitedly. When we finally decided on a restaurant known for its husmanskost, we were disappointed to find that it didn’t even have Swedish meatballs on its menu. Yet, I was still very glad we went to Salt because it’s a very well-known restaurant in the Kungsholmen area.(Moose are a big deal there.) Since I am trying different types of beers, I ordered a Falcon Pilsner, a Carlsberg Sverige beer. At first, it reminded me a lot of Budweiser, which made me wince, but as I drank more of it, the malt flavor became a lot more apparent, and I enjoyed it much more. The bread for the table was particularly good! I couldn’t really put my finger on it, but it was some type of honey oat bread. And it was served with an amazing chives spread.For my main course, I ordered the Biff Rydberg, beef with onions, potatoes, egg yolk, and a homemade mustard creme sauce.
Before heading back to London, we stopped at Cafe Fix across the street from our hostel where we got some brunch.Ordered the Fix Special, melted cheese with avocado, red onion, and turkey over a brioche slice. And of course some coffee.
But the most epic moment of my trip revolved around a hot dog:THE BEST EFFING HOT DOG IN THE WORLD. So in Sweden, they eat hot dogs with mashed potatoes. It was the best freaking combination in the world. And it only made it better that my bratwurst had a slight kick of spiciness to it. Oh, heaven. And the hot dog man was the cutest person in the world: he saw me snapping numerous photos and busted out his own PR stint.
Stockholm had its beautiful moments, Gamla Stan (Old Town Stockholm) and picturesque subway stations, and I think I just might have to go back one day to finally have real Swedish meatballs, and definitely some more of that hot dog heaven.