We saw this guy cruising around the outdoor skating rink in the middle of the city. While the crowd was mainly families slowly weaving their way around the ice, this guy was a machine--he just kept doing lap upon lap with a very determined look (as though he was in the middle of his daily 50 lap workout). Of course when you do this with a big smoking pipe in your mouth, it's hard to be taken seriously. He cracks me up.
Here is an example of a Danish hotdog. Hot dog stands were quite common in Copenhagen and also in Helsingor, where I took a day trip. Unfortunately I didn't get a picture of a stand, but I did snap a photo of the one hot dog I had. Looks delicious, no? I had several guidebooks from the Toulouse library with me and all warned of this culinary disaster. They all said it's typically Danish and none would go so far as to actually recommend eating one. However, no French person was going to keep me down! I can't say that it was especially good. Stupid touriste americaine.
Perhaps hot dogs are popular because they're great after visiting the bars. Danes, I've been told, love their beer (our room key even had a bottle opener attached). Carlsberg calls Copenhagen home and you can find it on tap everywhere. And as the sign says, it's "probably the best beer in town". Who am I to argue? We had our share of both Carlsberg and Tuborg (also brewed by Carlsberg).
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