A fishy dinner party in Chicago
Listen to this cute little story on NPR about a brave soul who holds a dinner party featuring lutefisk.
He shops for the meal at Wikstrom's Grocery, a Scandinavian market right down the street from my old apartment in Andersonville, a Chicago neighborhood that's partly Middle Eastern, partly gay and partly Swedish (I always thought it was funny that our 'hood lacked a decent sushi bar, but if you wanted limpa bread or lingonberries, you were spoilt for choice).
I've never had lutefisk, as far as I know. That seems like the kind of thing a person would remember. However, I have had a Swedish Christmas dinner involving at least twenty kinds of herring at Tre Kroner, and it was so good that I later found myself purchasing tubs of the stuff at the Swedish grocery stores on Clark Street.
Maybe this guy owes lutefisk a second chance? Or maybe I shouldn't suggest that until I've tried it.
He shops for the meal at Wikstrom's Grocery, a Scandinavian market right down the street from my old apartment in Andersonville, a Chicago neighborhood that's partly Middle Eastern, partly gay and partly Swedish (I always thought it was funny that our 'hood lacked a decent sushi bar, but if you wanted limpa bread or lingonberries, you were spoilt for choice).
I've never had lutefisk, as far as I know. That seems like the kind of thing a person would remember. However, I have had a Swedish Christmas dinner involving at least twenty kinds of herring at Tre Kroner, and it was so good that I later found myself purchasing tubs of the stuff at the Swedish grocery stores on Clark Street.
Maybe this guy owes lutefisk a second chance? Or maybe I shouldn't suggest that until I've tried it.
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