Ingald sill (pickled herring) beautifully presented like a flower garden encased in aspic.
With my time in Stockholm running out, hopped over to another food hall, Hötorgshallen, for lunch instead.
Across from where some Japanese were taking photos of bitty items on huge white crockery, was a long queue full of Swedish pensioners and shoppers at Kajsas Fisk. As I stood deciphering the blackboard menu, an older Chinese Swede nodded at me to join the line where a man was ladling out full bowls of steaming fish/seafood soup and topping them with generous scoops of sour cream.
The heady wholesome smell set my stomach rumbling. I didn’t need to be told twice. This soup was good – hearty, full-flavoured, firm-textured; tasting of happy hot days by the sea rather than slimey seafood about to go off. As foil for the rich soup, knäckebröd, bread, butter, and sliced lettuce were free for the taking from a sideboard.
I sat elbow-to-elbow with other customers inhaling the stuff, and did not look up until the last drop. Amazed at the gift of taste.