Copenhagen for my Birthday

What Birthday is complete without going to a nice dinner with your better half? 


"Let's try that new restaurant in Denmark babe, I hear they have great steak." ... They also serve alcohol, not to mention pork -- we were on a plane before I could say "Pølsevogn" (sausage wagon).


We ate like kings for dinner the night we flew in, and went into town for lunch the next day. We walked along the beautiful, historic and very frozen, Nyhavn canal, where we saw remnants of their new years celebration a few days earlier (champagne bottles, streamers and a few chairs on the ice next to the centuries-old ships). 
Hans Christian Anderson lived here! 


It was bitterly cold, so we were happy to find a cozy little place for a bite. We were blown through the doors of the Hyttefadet pub (opened in 1734) and were greeted by the owner of the wood-paneled, cozy little restaurant full of candle-light and roses, and seated no more than twelve. The walls were full of whimsical and now patinaed paintings by Asger Jorn (1914). We shared a seafood platter, Ry had wine while I hugged my coffee mug to warm up. When we were leaving the owner gave us a special little gift (a fridge-magnet of his iconic restaurant), and told us that we must join his facebook page as we were the first Trinidadians to have a meal there. We left happy and warm with pink cheeks and full tummies. We walked downwind and hopped right back onto the subway back to our hotel. 



We picked up a few things for our Doha home in the uber-sleek, Danish-design home-ware-full mall and nipped back to the hotel next door to fight off the cold and nap for our flight home.


Beautiful Copenhagen, we will see more of you next time.