Like most people, I try to hold my farts in public. At Stockholm however, I really wanted to release a loud one, just to see if I could make the experience even more awkward for everybody in the room.
Stockholm seems to be frozen in time, but to its detriment, not a good time. Walking in feels like a bad hotel from the 1980s, complete with a cold buffet spread, a window display with mousse desserts and “modernist” furniture that would be best thrown away.
If the room didn’t feel right, the fact that there was no background music, and the windows isolated the noise from the street pretty effectively, made it even more uncomfortable. The waiters were all professional, but when there’s four waiters for seven customers, no music, and they watch intently my every move, I get nervous. At some point during my meal, I had to go to the washroom and laugh it off.
The food was, to my surprise, not bad at all. I got the special lunch of the day (1,260 yen), which consisted of a cold salmon piece with salad, gazpacho, pasta salad, extremely juicy fried chicken and a mousse dessert. Everything was prepared correctly, but I could have had the meal of my life in that room, and I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it. The cold buffet looked like a dreadful spread of deviled eggs, boiled shrimp, smoked salmon and wilted salad.
Stockholm is in serious need of a renovation. Unless they do so, only drop by to have a laugh and maybe fart.