I shopped the world's largest IKEA and survived: Stockholm icons
|This is not IKEA, this is Nybrokajen, one of Stockholm's beautiful |
waterfront streets. Far more picturesque. Photo: Belinda Jackson.
The trip was an essential one for my brother, in the midst of renovations, but yes, I was keen for a perve.
Let me report back: the store layout is just as confusing as any other IKEA store, they really do eat meatballs and it was packed with families on a wet Sunday afternoon. One of the ninth hells? Quite possibly. However, some may be appeased by the revelation that they serve booze in the cafeteria with those meatballs.
I was going fine until I split from the Swedish speaker and on the hunt for bathroom hooks, when I realised there are no English signs, a marked absence of staff and my shabby Swedish doesn't include the word for 'bathroom'.
Yes, it was big, mighty big. But I survived, and recuperated with the classic cinnamon bun, kanelbullar (dreadful version from a supermarket, here's a recipe for a real one) and the delicious-sounding, but absolutely revolting saffron buns, lussekatter as well as västerbottensostpaj (a super-rich, super-fabulous cheese pie that rivals anything I ate in Cairo for cholesterol).
Next stop on a quest for all things Swedish: the new ABBA museum. Oh yeah, I'm ticking the boxes...