Those Heritage Chickens Tho

Yesterday was another day spent walking around various neighborhoods, taking in the beauty of Stockholm.  There are 16 separate islands in total, and we spent most of our time on three or four of the main ones.  Starting with breakfast at home (which we have been doing most days), we headed out to do some more exploring.  And, not missing an opportunity, Ivan worked to perfect his handstand in front of a statue located by one of the main squares.  It is kind of becoming his signature thing.

We made our way through the Old Town and then trolled around Sodermalm, which, according to locals was the "hipster" locale of the city.  High end fashion boutiques, and internationally recognized brands such as J. Lindeberg (based in Stockholm), lined the streets, and we checked out the wares that were on display.  After walking around for a while, we stopped for wheat grass shots at a cool looking juice bar.  The city is filled with coffee shops and juice bars, and some places sell both.  The wheat grass was mixed with ginger and cayenne, served ice cold and packed quite a punch.

For dinner that evening, we had been advised to check out a place called Strandvagen 1, a fashionable spot frequented by locals and situated on the main island where we were staying.  The corner location was bustling, and we were told it would be an hour wait.  Not a problem, as we enjoyed a glass of brosé while checking out the scene.

There was another reason we wanted to check out Strandvagen 1.  Rumor had it that they served some of the best rotisserie chicken in town, and after the delicious one we had the first night in town, we were game.  They even had their own special place on the top corner of the menu.  Ivan made the (brilliant) suggestion that we order not two but three chickens to share, since these heritage birds were in fact much smaller.

We attracted attention from our neighboring tables; a stylish couple from Switzerland, and a couple of local banker looking types.  Both groups asked if we would be sharing with them.  We had to see what we could do, and if we could finish on our own.  As you can seen from the carnage below, we decimated those little birds.  For the first time on the trip, I was really full after a meal.  Too full; we had, in American fashion, overdone it a bit.  But those heritage birds were tasty.

Full from our feast, we walked the two kilometers or so back to our apartment.  We would be leaving for Denmark in the morning and decided it best to rest up for the trip.