I also posted two shots from Saluhallen, a very cool food market in the posh Östermalm neighborhood of Stockholm. It's not exactly accurate to call it a farmer's market, or a meat market... it's more like an artisanal awesomeness market. Any foodstuffs that can be expensively raised, grown, line-caught, dived for, canned, cured, butchered, cultured or baked are likely to be found there. I tasted little bits of the most exquisite salty, crumbly, caramel-scented farmhouse cheddar and a bite of fantastic homemade sausage, ogled a giant monkfish on ice and a display of gorgeous rhubarb jam, and then had dinner at the restaurant outside the market called Lisapåtorget (Lisa At the Market). The place serves amazing seafood dishes, and at least the night I was there, there were just two women working there, serving about 50 patrons (half were only drinking, but still) while doing all the cooking and running the cash register. Holy moly. They are my new heros. It's weird enough that I took their picture (above left), so I didn't ask them for their names, but here's to you, superwomen!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Time For Some Photos
I also posted two shots from Saluhallen, a very cool food market in the posh Östermalm neighborhood of Stockholm. It's not exactly accurate to call it a farmer's market, or a meat market... it's more like an artisanal awesomeness market. Any foodstuffs that can be expensively raised, grown, line-caught, dived for, canned, cured, butchered, cultured or baked are likely to be found there. I tasted little bits of the most exquisite salty, crumbly, caramel-scented farmhouse cheddar and a bite of fantastic homemade sausage, ogled a giant monkfish on ice and a display of gorgeous rhubarb jam, and then had dinner at the restaurant outside the market called Lisapåtorget (Lisa At the Market). The place serves amazing seafood dishes, and at least the night I was there, there were just two women working there, serving about 50 patrons (half were only drinking, but still) while doing all the cooking and running the cash register. Holy moly. They are my new heros. It's weird enough that I took their picture (above left), so I didn't ask them for their names, but here's to you, superwomen!
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