Yesterday I met George, a fellow expat, at Copenhagen Central and he gave me a tour of the city. The weather was beautiful, and the lighting perfect for some great pictures, but I didn't have my camera with me (damn!). I did end up using my phone for a few pictures, but it just wasn't the same.
After we walked around the city, we went to a place that SEEMED like an Irish pub, where the bartender SPOKE with an Irish accent, but all of the food on the menu was American style.
I asked for help trying to find a beer I would like, because, as many of you know, I am a beer snob. I didn't feel like Guinness- what I really wanted was an IPA. The bartender suggested a local beer that tasted a lot like Hoegaarden- a nice unfiltered ale.
I stayed a bit to late in Copenhagen. I knew it was getting late, but I didn't know how late until I looked down at my watch and saw that it was 11! We had been in the bar for some time. I had to interrupt George's story so that we could walk down to Copenhagen Central.
He was very sweet and took my backpack for me until I got on the train. It's true, that bag was heavy, but it was good exercise carrying it around.