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Smørrebrød, Smørrebrød, Römpömpömpöm! The tune to which the Muppets' Swedish chef puppet set off new, absurd cooking adventures still rings in the ears of many of a certain generation. It was the time when even Americans thought they could make fun of the shoals of Scandinavian cooking. And it had an element of truth – until the mid-2000s, there was hardly any culinary reason to go to Copenhagen, Oslo or Stockholm. A bumbling, pseudo-French wasteland dominated the food served up even in the most elegant restaurants, not to mention the endless expanses of provinces in Scandinavia.
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