Nice. Little. And independent. It's what I often crave from a meal out. There's something about the service, the attention to detail and the quality of the food that allows you to differentiate between a person who genuinely cares about their restaurant to a person who solely cares about their profit.
In Sweden, its culinary landscape has created - out of necessity and osmosis - a national blanket of works of art that reach such a deeply fucked surreal and counter-intuitive culinary splendor that the most absurd creations by high-concept experimental artists, experimental chefs or artist-chef-experimental-weirdos wither in comparison.