I was not a “normal” college student.
Never have I ever consumed a bowl of Top Ramen, or any other type of noodle-esque concoction from a broth whether packaged or kitchen fresh.
Despite being a frequent visitor of London, never have I ever set foot into a Wagamama’s nor have I ever had Pho- some “foodie” I am, right?
Well, that is until I came to Stockholm and Jiyeon, my uncle’s ever-so-lovely wife suggested we grab dinner down the block at Ramen Ki-Mama, a hole-in-the-wall noodle nook heavy on the crowds and even more on the flavour
It was heartily delicious and of course we also got a side of kimchi since Jiyeon is Korean and I’m simply obsessed with fermented things that are NOT herring. However, I felt like such a novice not knowing how to correctly manoeuvre the noodles/broth/veggies in such a way that would not splash across my chin. Definitely not first date food…or even platonic date food considering I still need to graduate to chopsticks. Have a few tips, Sophia?
Earlier in the day however, Marta and I walked a good fifteen or so kilometres around the city considering what an absolutely stunning day it was
Stockholm is by far one of my favourite cities in Europe. Not only is it very safe, but also very manageable, pedestrian and biker-friendly, and has some of the most beautiful and scenic routes to meander on to get around the city
One Stockholm tradition I have is to venture into a certain graffiti’d alley in the middle of Gamla Stan and photograph myself in a ‘gangster’ pose. Yes I know how gangster-orientalist that must sound and how cheesy and ridiculous, but whatever I’ve been doing it ever since I can remember and it’s always a must to venture out to little Didrik Ficks Gatan and get a pic with the dumpster:
Alright homies, time to have a container of vanilla Skyr with a Karelian Pasty and call it a night.
Many more Stockholm updates coming tomorrow. Concerning meat and no meat and dairy and Jimmy Choo-ed out weddings and being hit on and lounge-couch violated in Chinese.
Hyvää Yötä (Good night)!