We went to dinner at Tveir Fiskar (Two Fish) last night. Poor Rob has such a bad head cold that he can’t taste anything. He said that even the blue cheese on his salad was only barely present.
The rest of us quite enjoyed our food, I think.
As a starter everyone ordered the Martha’s Vineyard Salad with blue cheese, red onion and pine nuts, but I ordered the lightly smoked guillemot with onion marmalade and crow berry vinaigrette. I thought I might as well taste things that I can’t taste outside of Iceland. They don’t mention the buckshot, but I suppose that is because there was only one tiny lead ball per serving. It did at a delicate zing to the meal.
After that, Rob and I moved onto the Icelandic seafood soup “bouillabaisse,” which had blue mussels, scallops, salmon, shrimp and lobster in it. Pat had the salmon and Glenn had a whale steak, which tastes like steak. The fastest way to remember that a whale is a mammal is to eat it. Otherwise you just think its a big fish and it is so profoundly mammalian.
We tried the creme brulee, but alas, the texture was wrong. I haven’t had a good one here yet. I’ll keep trying though.
Tags: food, Iceland, Journal
Do you jest, or was there really buckshot in your first course?
No, I don’t jest. There was a piece of lead, slightly smaller than a peppercorn, in my first course. It does save the trouble of wondering if the bird was wild or farmed.