Cheap Glogg

I know that there are those of you out there who read my post on how to make a classic Manhattan and thought ‘It’ll be a slow day in Valhalla before you catch me drinking one of those pussy ‘what-a-swell-party-this-is’ beverages!’

Well have no fear! Should you find yourself on my doorstep worried that your manly image might become tarnished by my wussy left-wing nostalgic I-wish-I-was-at-a-party-with-Cole-Porter hospitality, we have another option.

Yes, a short stroll up the street to the Gourmet Viking ((Yes, I know. ‘Gourmet’ and ‘Viking’ – not really two concepts that sit together easily. Like ‘Designer’ and ‘Viking’ or ‘Elegant’ and ‘Viking’ or ‘Hello Kitty’ and ‘Viking’. Even if the Viking culture was, in fact, very sophisticated. They’ve got a lot of raping and pillaging to live down.)) and you can be chugging a very reasonably priced glass of gløgg and chowing down on frikadeller and Hakkebof. If someone calls you a nancy-boy here, just hack off his hjamstallr with your vikingesverd!

Ah, I can almost hear the shouts of ‘That’s more like it!’

I have it on good authority that a few pints of the local gløgg and you’ll be performing naked acrobatic viking dances and playing knatteleik till dawn.

Mein skol, dein skol, alle vakkera flikka skol!