OK, I'll admit I've never been to the Nordic countries. A trip to Amsterdam – a mere 387 miles from Copenhagen – is as close as I've received. But I got the feel of Scandinavia: Words were written with with plenty of Js and Vs and Os with lines through them, and bunch of similarly designed but differently colored flags surrounded me. (Didn't see any guys sporting a golden helmet with horns, though.)
And if this is how they eat in northern Europe, then they've got it good.
I started with the Swedish meatball plate with lingonberry preserves ($5). Some folks put sauce on meatballs that's so thick it's like glue, but this stuff was just right.
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I finished with some Scandinavian pancakes ($4) – two crepe-style pancakes filled with strawberry preserves and whipped cream and topped with powdered sugar. As Southern belles like to exclaim, "Good Lawd." This was pure deliciousness on a plate (even if they could've used a bit more strawberry).
And because they're just called Scandinavian pancakes, you can use your imagination about what country they're from. I pretended I was eating Icelandic dessert.