I don't really take pictures of architecture anymore in my travels. Selfies and pictures of food take up most of my camera roll anymore.
I was going to put a header on this with some text and shit, but it looked terrible so w/e. I am pretty bad with graphical design.
At the top of Hallgrimskirkja:
Most notable part I took pictures of was a day trip to Zaanse Schans:
Stopping to get hot chocolate, chocolate with dried berries baked on, and stroopwafel. Which can't be dunked in the provided cups to which I felt the need to call out "Thanks Obama!
There is only one thing I want to talk about, and that is Lommerzheim. Both of the nights we stayed in Köln we went here, and I love it dearly. The food may not look like much, but that pork cutlet (the only thing you can really order) is out of this world.
We had to wander through the building to even find out where to go. You receive no directions or interaction. After walking through a side door past a crowd of smokers (open air section near bathrooms) and into a basement, into a waiting line. There is still no greeting and there never will be as you just have to assume you should wait in a group of what is entirely German people on some stairs. You will then nonchalantly be handed a beer and a coaster they write your tally on. You could say they quite literally don't give a shit though which I enjoyed. Oh, and if it is a busy night get ready to stand on the stairs for hours. You can't just leave since you have a tab.
I could go on and on about this place though. How I was scolded for my German pronunciation (my mistake to speak to them in German..) and refused my order until I got it right. The invite to the Russian Bar that ended up being a shit show. A woman asked if there was anything vegan on the menu and being told "yeah, beer", etc.
However, a place where you are constantly given a fresh local beer over and over with the juiciest cutlets around is just heaven. I stole a bunch of the coasters, you know, out of love.
I gave her half of my onions. Which is an inside joke at my expense (all the jokes always are). She just has to poke me and say "zwiebeln : P".
Food and wine. This is always a favorite of mine to be in. I make escargot at home commonly, but it is nice to stop and get it fresh. Steak tartar is something else I have to take advantage of while I am there (much like a sheep head in Iceland). However, probably one of the most enjoyable things I had aside from the pastries was this pig snout:
Obligatory selfies at the top of the Eiffel. I tried to time it so we could get it all lit up (once every hour for five minutes) and succeeded, but it was cold as fuck.
Oh this was enjoyable. From being caught in a large multi group protest while just trying to go to feed the ducks. From being thrown out of the pub, etc.
I actually cooked some Irish food for the first time here after going out to eat some. Just because I wanted to try making Guiness gravy and all these other things I had never done before. I received compliments on it so I guess it worked out. I mean I have never made balsamic onions and blueberries with cinnamon and toasted sage over bangers and mash before, but it came out professional enough as did the steaks which received said gravy.
Carrot and I going to feed the ducks, I decided to jump up, walk some wall, and be an idiot:
Carrot and I had walked 17-18KM that day so she was a bit tired. She has never been to a bar before (more my thing obviously) so I took her to a pub that allegedly has the best Guinness on tap in Dublin. After one beer she fell asleep for five minutes and was then fine. She just needed a breather for a second.
So I had made friends with the Danish guys at the table next to us. He said he liked my Alice in Chains shirt and he had on a Pantera shirt so it was an easy fit. I went to go get a new beer after Carrot had already woken back up. The bartender told me that "your lady is too drunk, I won't serve you anymore". I protested saying "she only had one beer, its 9:45, and we have only been here 45 minutes".
No fucks were given, so I put my coat on and went to say bye to the Danes telling them that they cut me off and explained. They were upset about that and offered to get me another beer which I contemplated for a moment and paid them for (in fact over paid to be nice to the bartender). The Hop House 13 was really good so it was worth it.
So, 30 seconds after they hand me the beer the bartender and the bouncer comes over angrily to kick me out (with the wrong story might I add). I apologized and tried to take the blame for him buying me a beer, but overall we were humble as to avoid issue with the jerkoff bouncer. "Instead of taking pictures of his girl he should have taken her home, real nice chap!"
I was given 10 minutes to drink my pint and get the fuck out.
At least I get to tease her instead now. Kept those coasters too as a memento.
Afterwards we went back and drank a bottle of wine and I put her to bed. A friend I made named Sabrina then took me out to "the rock pub". The guy pictured in a second was from Manchester since I don't remember his name. He was obviously really drunk and kept trying to get with her. I say this because he was in the way of my shot of Gandalf.
Anyway, look at fucking Gandalf here. How awesome is that, beer, music, and Gandalf here to save Middle Earth in the smoking room of the pub.
Finally, lets wrap it up with all the cats Carrot made friends with.