Warren said I couldn’t leave Reykjavik without having an Icelandic-style hot dog from this particular stand. It’s a tiny hole in the wall, but there are always queues. The Icelander I sat beside on the plane told me to try it with EVERYTHING, so of course I did. (No, I haven’t tried the rotted shark yet.)
This place’s claim to fame is having been patronized by Bill Clinton. Seriously, they have a little article about it taped up on the wall.
The verdict: DEELISH. They have this special mustard sauce that’s mild, but the best part are the crunchy onion (?) bits. MMmmmm.
By the way, I added a videoclip of one of the strongman competitions to the Viking Days post.



