Our last full day in Iceland. We sleep in. After rising we decide to try a local bakery in lieu of the breakfast the hotel provides. We are not disappointed with the outcome of our decision.
The majority of the afternoon is spent wondering Reykjavik shopping. It's amazing that a town the same size as the one I live in can support such a diverse and metropolitan ecosystem. I suppose the constant flow of tourist doesn't hurt.
For dinner we select a restaurant called Domo. It's advertised as a restaurant "without borders." We try to go there early in the evening and are told that they don't open until 7:30 pm. Reykjavik nightlife doesn't getting going on the weekends until later. We vow to return at 7:30 and need to kill an hour and a half. Fortunately we find a cafe. The perfect cafe. Not too crowded, not to empty. A respectable wooden floor that looks to be generations old and a good sound track playing. We start by ordering coffee. Iceland loves its coffee, who are we to argue. The thing about most cafes in Reykjavik is they transform as the day goes on. Waffles and coffee in the morning. Waffles, coffee and beer in the afternoon. By evening they're basically a bar. We visit during the sweet spot when the cafe is turning into a bar. I feel obliged to order a local beer while Dawn samples an Icelandic herbal tea. Both are chalked up as "interesting experiences."
We return to Domo. Dawn orders horse, because no mammal is safe no matter how domesticated. I am perplexed and seek advice from the waiter. He immediately suggests the whale steak. I gladly take his suggestion. Know this, the whale is a gentle and tender animal. Best served with a light sauce and side of potatoes. I am not disappointed..
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