Am I lucky or
what? Not only did St. Bob send me to Scandinavia with Nicole for my birthday
(I told you he was a Saint), but my long-time Swedish friend, Marianne
Carlsson, then treated us to a dazzling and delicious dinner at Stockholm’s Brasserie
Godot, listed in the White Guide—which is like getting a fistful of Michelin
stars. We eat plant-based now, and look at the chocolate ganache/cherry sorbet/berry meringue dessert their chef came up with for us vegans (read more about that on my
Instagram: @unlikely_vegan).
But just to balance the scales—and
because you can’t find these anywhere else in the world— we also had to sample
McDonald’s McVegan (no Michelin stars here) and the new vegan Magnum bar.
A walk
through historic Old Town is a must:
Then I
noticed a shop you’d never see in the U.S.—not because it refers to
Sweden, but because its claim is so understated. In the U.S. they’d announce that they’re the
absolute best, anywhere. But not in
Sweden. Here they’re ultra honest, even humble in their self-evaluation:
I asked
Marianne’s daughter, Linda, if this reluctance to brag was common in
Sweden. She said, “Probably.”
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