131. Hot Dog Heaven

One of the things I found most entertaining on arrival in Scandinavia, are the hot dog stands everywhere. And I mean everywhere! If you step out of the train station in Aarhus, you can see at least 4 hot dog vendors infront of you, not to mention the two immediately behind (the 7-11s) and the mall behind that. Everywhere, I tell you.

I have never really been a fan of hotdogs. I have sinced worked out that like many foods, NZ is doing it all wrong. In my previous experience, the options are either battered sausages on a stick at sports games and carnivals, or incredibly bland frankfurters with ketchup (also known as “The Food Ruiner”) or American mustard. The common theme is that they are far more American than european in influence.

I finally sacked up and decided I really ought to try this most Scandinavian of customs, and boy was I surprised! Everything from the bread to the sauce to the hotdog itself was a million times more delicious. They really have got this one right!

Initially I was fairly entertained to see you can buy a hotdog without even getting any bread, but the hotdogs themselves are truly delicous. They aren’t just sausage shaped meat offcuts like in NZ, but instead they are flavoursome deliciousness! You can even get them wrapped in bacon. Genius!

There is a ludicrous amount of ways the Danes serve their hotdogs, but the one that entertained me the most, and is actually quite clever, is the Fransk Hotdog (French hotdog). I could be wrong, but I’m fairly sure the name comes from the fact it is in a hollowed out baguette. So much more convenient to eat them that way. So for any travellers to Denmark/Scandinavia, it is a must to try a Fransk Hotdog at the very least! They are also one of the cheapest ways to eat in Denmark, which is notoriously expensive where food is concerned.

45. Pizza Extravaganza!

Quick ‘bite’ for dinner on the way to Copenhagen…

The Danes are a healthy breed. Wholegrain alternatives occupy a huge amount of shelfspace at supermarkets, white bread comes second to rye bread, and McDonald’s barely has a presence in comparison to other countries.

When it comes to takeaways, the selection is pretty limited. The majority of ‘fast food’ places are sandwich bars, and good sandwich bars at that! (I have seen one Subway here, and have no desire to go there when there are so many better options around). Despite their love of seafood, don’t expect to find a fish n chip shop in Denmark! I am unsure if the economic incentive toward healthiness that is the fat tax is the cause of these purchasing habits, or if Danish society is simply that much healthier.

…post town pizza…

Aside from the obvious proliferation of hotdog carts in Scandinavia, there is quite a large Eastern European population here in denmark, so the other main takeaway option is to get a kebab. Pizza, however, is the most economically viable, and the best way to finally eat decent cheese in this country.

In Copenhagen we ate pizza for just about every meal due to the drastic reduction in price compared to most other types of food available in the city centre. A large pizza set us bak 45-50Kr, which is about $8-10 and a single

…breakfast pizza…

slice (which in some cases was bigger than my face) about 20-25kr, or $4-$5. The best pizza I have had, however, was a delicious margherita pizza from a cute Italian place in Malmo, Sweden. If the ingredients are good quality, all you need are tomatoes, basil and delicious cheese!

I also found an amazing Italian deli in the latin quarter of Aarhus that sells proper gourment pizza (think fresh mozzarella and basil leaves) and paninis with true italian foccacia bread. Also amazingly priced. I am close to swearing off pizza that isn’t made by an Italian and never again subjecting myself to the overpriced crap on a pile of dough they serve in NZ, but unfortunately I know I will live to regret that!

…and the winner of the weekend, lunch pizza in Malmo

I highly recommend seeking out a cheap pizza place if you don’t want to break the bank but can’t make it to a supermarket, or if you have dreams of running gloriously through the Fonterra factory in search of decent dairy products.

I am fairly sure I am at high risk of eating so much pizza that I will turn in to one, and I haven’t even made it to Italy yet! When I get there I will definitely be re-enacting that godawful film ‘Eat, Pray Love,’ except just the eating part. Win.