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Copenhagen | Kobenhavn again

Some other interesting stuff to share about the trip, might or might not be directly related to Copenhagen...

A love for oranges

For some weird reason, we have recently fell in love with huge sweet juicy oranges.  Maybe they are in season?  The hotel we stayed in had huge oranges and every morning after breakfast, we would each take one and bring it out with us.  We ended up peeling oranges twice a day for 4 days..

in the train, to and fro from Odense

in the Design Museum...

in the park en route Nørrebro

(and I just went M&S to buy a packet of 5 huge oranges to continue this fad.  Orange fever?!)


Anyway back to Copenhagen,

we passed by a food market and immediately regretted not coming here for lunch instead.  We had just paid for (another) expensive meal at the national museum which, for the first time ever, couldn't bear to eat because it tasted so horrible!

Indoor food market

Outdoor fruit stall

Coffee Hunt

Even I surprised myself on this one.  I myself am not a coffee drinker but since coming here, in the cold winter months I crave for hot drinks and obviously I couldn't indulge in a hot chocolate everyday so I started to drink coffee, decaff wherever possible.  On the way on our easyjet flight I chanced upon this article on this hip northwestern area in Copenhagen, called Nørrebro,  In this article, it was mentioned the best coffee in Copenhagen can be found in this coffee bar called Coffee Collective. And that was it, I told K we should check it out because the co founder is the World Barista Champion and one of the comments was "I saw God in a cup..."  (Really?  That heavenly?)  Although I know God is much more than in a cup, I was intrigued by what I read.  Oh the hunt for this tiny coffee bar.  On our last day, we had a bit of time and I voted for us to do this coffee bar hunt.  Goodness, we walked for such a long time (didn't look that far on the map) and finally we reached the district, and when we looked further on the map, we realised we had to cross a cemetery, which surprisingly is one of the top 10 romantic spots in Copenhagen.  Later on I found out it looks like an ordinary park with beautiful flowers and peaceful surroundings, nothing like the eerie cemeteries which we have back home. 

We had very limited time left because we had to catch our flight back, and seriously at that point in time, I thought only K could take this silly "die die must try" idea of mine.  Even he who loves coffee wasn't bothered to hunt it down.  He said we had to either give up or walk very fast for another 20min through the cemetery.  But then we had walked that far, to give it up now would be such ... wasted efforts?  And we decided to make it our last dash.  Obviously for us it was the least romantic walking through the cemetery because we were both huffing and puffing away, walking in the fastest possible speed ever.  When we finally found the street, I was so tired I didn't even want to try the coffee anymore.  I just wanted to sit down and catch a breather.  And there it was.  This little coffee bar which barely have any seating space in the shop.  There was a coffee counter with old school lego menu board, and a huge coffee grinder sitting in the middle of it.  Seating spaces was mainly al fresco- two huge wooden tables and benches on the sidewalk - all very raw and rustic.

The coffee counter

"Mommy has abandoned me for coffee..."

Forcing a smile haha I bet K was shaking his head

Persistence pays off?
So how was the coffee you may ask.  It was okay, yes it was nice, but I couldn't see how it was "God in a cup".  Maybe I don't know better, but what I did know.. if we really did miss our flight back to London, it would be really down to this cup of coffee.

http://www.coffeecollective.dk/about.htm

http://nordiccoffeeculture.com/the-coffee-collective-copenhagen/


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