I’ve never been to Sweden. The closest I’ve come, like many people, is Ikea, which is overwhelming and impressive in it’s clean lines and organizational mastery.
But recently I’ve stepped beyond Ikea to discover that one of my favorite little nooks of this city is a Swedish restaurant called Broder (“brother” in Swedish). Purveyor of all things Scandinavian, this itty bitty place has the modernity and class you might expect, with amazingly good food. It also has “WC” on the bathroom door, which just makes me happy.
I constantly beg Jesse to take me there for brunch, to get a good helping of aebleskivers (puffy little Danish pancakes) or pytti i panna (hash with potatoes and eggs).
One of the best things about the meal, in my opinion, is that it comes on individual wooden boards, with little frying pans for the eggs, and little bowls for the jam. It satisfies my “cute” longing while being superbly functional. And when you finish every bite, you get the feeling that you’re quite satisfied. You’ve eaten just enough food–any more or less would have been catastrophic. But another look at the menu and you know you have to come back, at least just to try the Swedish meatballs with lingonberry jam, or the Breakfast Bord (brown bread, soft-boiled egg, gravlax, sauteed greens, hard and soft cheese, fruit compote, lingonberry, yogurt and honey).
(Top and bottom picture from Broder.)