tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912859517232612215.post1015147009392154158..comments2023-05-25T09:42:58.740+00:00Comments on The Dog-Days Queen: Cafés of ReykjavíkAbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12172171710618001001noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912859517232612215.post-63102052520351376382013-06-23T23:38:09.580+00:002013-06-23T23:38:09.580+00:00I really enjoyed reading this post. You knows you ...I really enjoyed reading this post. You knows you may be surprised by how many people share the same thoughts as you do on being seen studying/reading and fantasising about meeting a handsome stranger (well at least I do). I just love the cafe scene in Reykjavik. In Iceland I liked c is for cookie and I would like to go to kaffimidjans, although I've read it's hipster packed. Not that it's a bad thing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912859517232612215.post-7624621923266607232011-09-30T11:00:11.043+00:002011-09-30T11:00:11.043+00:00The local DJ is always terrible. But I think that&...The local DJ is always terrible. But I think that's kind of true for all local DJs playing in pubs ever? The one in Hemmi og Valdi we endured once was actively upsetting, though. Sometimes you can kind of tune them out.Abihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12172171710618001001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912859517232612215.post-78888348842455893552011-09-30T02:48:30.351+00:002011-09-30T02:48:30.351+00:00Oh god. The 'local DJ' was terrible. The...Oh god. The 'local DJ' was terrible. The 'Cup of Excellence' was aptly named though.Brynnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11354465031476797912noreply@blogger.com