There is something fundamentally jarring about travelling to a different continent.
As an American, I am definitely aware of how we are viewed across the pond, especially now that we have such a controversial commander-in-chief. So, from the minute I even pass through customs at our first stop, which is just a 7-hour layover, I feel like I am a guest at a girlfriend’s parent’s house for the first time. With that being said, after a 10-hour flight, I’m ready to skip the pleasantries and get to the dinner table.
Now it’s game time, we have a solid 4-and-a-half hours of quality time in Sweden, so I tell my first mate, “We need some meatballs in our life, now!”. Less than 5 minutes later, our Uber is here and we begin our quest to find the meatballs. I couldn’t be
more pleased once we arrived, it seemed like we were in the local part of town, and the place had pretty much everything I needed to try in Sweden, all in one spot. The lunch special was the wild boar meatballs on top of a rice and tomato pilaf. We also got a standard beef/pork meatball plate with mashed potatoes and gravy, and a delicious salad topped with beef meatballs. Oh! And the restaurant name was Meatballs for the People, it was clear that we belonged. My first bite was of the boar ball along with the rice mixture, and oh my goodness. I was blindsided by a tangy, moist, refined, and hearty spoonful of goodness. I seriously can’t underplay how blindsided I was on how refined the flavors actually were. This dish was oh so good. I immediately felt that as an American I’ve missed out on hundreds of years of cooking passed from chef to chef. Everything else in our order was incredible, and just as refined with the salad’s yogurt based dressing, which was undoubtedly the second most notable item at Meatballs for the People. It was just a deep and balanced sauce that left me completely baffled. The restaurant served complimentary coffee, lingonberry, cream cheese butter, and some kind of multigrain flatbread chip.
Sweden has stolen my culinary heart.