Copenhagen last weekend was, well, predictably expensive. The first beers we had cost us €18 for the two although we did find cheaper brews. I had great intentions of sampling the ‘many delights’ of the different beers on offer there but this was unmatched with my lack of intention in taking out a bank loan to pay for them. Christmas shopping was also on the cards and both English Mum and Littlesapling can both rest assured and spend the rest of this month safe in the knowledge that the Christmas spirit was partially imbued within me. In little pieces; every other day.
Copenhagen was wet and windy and cold, oh, and did I mention expensive? We spent a lot of our time trying to see as much of the city as possible (you know: furniture, the new opera house, Christiania) but also flitting between the raindrops and their own manic Christmas shoppers. Danish people (can I say particularly the women?) don’t do the whole ‘sorry, sorry’ thing when walking down the street and so we found ourselves trying in vain to catch their eyes before we bumped into another one of them.
We met a nice English barman in a bar called Sainkt Nikolai, near the main shopping district. We liked it so much that we retreated there when we could. The musician there one night was one of those US citizens who came to Europe after dropping out of college in 1985 and fell in love with a Pole (as in, someone from Poland) and spent the rest of time explaining to Europeans how he hates George Bush. Yes, you’re cool but not because you’re from the US! Chris behind the bar was full of chat and delighted to see us both each time. He took his time explaining to us the varieties of beer he had this Christmas, all sourced within 50km of the city.
On our last night, we dropped in for a final drink and on the way out he took out a piece of paper. Knowing we were living in Dublin, he wrote his email address on it and uttered the immortal words:
Do you know David McSavage? Yeh? Well, can you drop this e-mail address into his guitar case the next time you see him?
Yea, me and Dave are good buddies, especially after that time I slagged him off repeatedly for his recent Late Late Show performance. Chris was a nice guy and the beers he sold were good but talking to David McSavage?? That’s just pushing it.
Tomorrow: the best little Danish restaurant that could. Oh yea, and in Copenhagen? Danish pastries are called Vienna pastries.