When you arrive in Ísafjörður, as far north one can find civilization in the Westfjords, you quickly realize that there’s nothing there. There’s a bank and a gas station, some houses, cute little shops, but that’s about it.
Luckily, I stumbled upon this little gem – a swank little cafe meets bistro. When I walked in, they were playing Taylor Swift and it smelled like coffee. Winner, winner.
It checked off all of my coffee shop requirements – Wifi, hardwood floors, cake, a blackboard featuring the daily specials, and, of course, a barista with a tattoo.
I had the lobster soup for lunch and it literally blew my mind. I’ve never had an emotional relationship with soup before. It’s the kind of food that coined phrases like “food of the gods”. This is the soup of the gods.
Or those brave enough to venture up that far into Iceland.
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