Jen’s impeccable restaurant research and planning nailed us a meal at Gamla Stan’s the Flying Elk for our first dinner. As usual, the food did NOT disappoint, starting with truffled popcorn. THESE TRUFFLES, THO. And the sauce on Jen’s dish was so amazing I got her to drink it straight from the bowl in a restaurant full of people.
I have to tell you guys though, the real star of the show was our neighbor. The sophisticated, chic blonde woman next to us I assumed must be Swedish so I freely talked about all manners of shit with Jen (and of course, egged her on to get her to drink from a dinner-sized bowl). As it turns out, she was a completely batshit relationship therapist from California, popped right into our conversation, and chatted our ears off about everything — from the corrupt Catholic church to the earth tilting and men falling off of it to our zodiac signs to (of course) how we should give her a call because she can save us a lot of pain in our relationships. Presumptuous? Yes.
Even more so given that she is divorced, apparently very publicly, from her husband with whom she spent many years counseling others on their relationships. Huh.