Don't Judge a Book by its Cover

Recently, I visited the island of  Fårö, just off Gotland.  It's a relatively small and dull island known for being the home of Swedish director Ingmar Bergman, but it was quite pretty and made for a fun day trip.  

However, I overslept and missed breakfast, so had to set out without any noms in my body.  Anyone who knows me well knows that this is a formula for disaster, because I turn into possibly the worst version of myself when I don't have breakfast: glaring at everyone, "making a point" by being obscenely silent, and making the snarkiest remarks at the most ridiculous things.  Needless to say, this is a situation that is best to avoid, because absolutely nothing will snap me out of it other than some kind of breakfast food (and yes, it has to be a breakfast food; nothing else will suffice).  

Once it was identified that my problem was that I'd missed breakfast, and not that I was menstruating,** we decided that we'd pull over at the first food place we saw.  The lack of Tim Hortons on Fårö definitely made this a challenge, as it's a tiny island with very few eating establishments.  The "first place we saw" ended up being a tiny sign by the side of the road that said "Cafe," and when we pulled over we found ourselves in a very empty gravel parking lot, with a small, very sketchy path on the side.

Definitely was a little skeptical walking through here!

It only got worse, as we then found ourselves in a total junkyard, wondering what on earth we were doing here.  However, the nom situation was fairly desperate, so our only choice was to carry forward.

Inside, the decor was nothing to rave about, but it definitely appeared clean, so we figured food consumption was safe.  I'm certainly glad we took that chance, because it turned out to be delicious!

The whole place was filled with American paraphernalia!

I didn't want to take any risks, and was looking for something semi-breakfasty, so I stuck with a regular crepe with chocolate sauce on it.  It was absolutely fantastic and I didn't regret my decision one bit.

Started digging in before photographing- whoops!

I didn't manage to get a picture of everyone's food, as the moment it got to the table we all started devouring, but this particular creation looked incredible.  It was a crepe made with buckwheat flour and salt instead of sugar (called a galette), and was definitely more a lunch item than breakfast.  However, the combination of goats cheese, walnuts, raisins, spinach, and emental cheese?  YUM.

Of course I snagged a bite for myself!

While we were dining, the two owners came out and they were hilarious; they literally looked like caricatures of a French and an American man.  One was wearing a striped shirt, had a mustache, spoke with a strong French accent, and had incredibly loose body language (of course, he was smoking too).  I really couldn't figure out if it was an act or not.  The other was definitely a deep-woods American; he spoke Swedish with a ridiculously strong accent, was wearing a denim Harley Davidson vest, and seemed to be the man who had designed the whole place.


All in all, it was a great meal, and I have to say that I've learned my lesson: good food often comes in the most unexpected places!

**If a woman is in a bad mood, possibly the worst thing you can do (especially if you are a man) is accuse her of PMSing or being on her period.  It doesn't matter if that actually is the reason for the bad mood, just don't do it.  I will tear your head off.