Some Like it Haute

andi and i had grand plans today. we decided to make our way to the opera theatre, which would have cost an an hour and half by foot per trip.. but first we had lunch at one of the ubiqutious utterly-danish hotdog mobile stands. the hotdog stand is marked by the sign 'polsevogn' which translates to sausage-cart. despite its cramp interior, the proprietor cooks, grills and serves at least ten different type of sausage-related snacks to peckish souls.

this was a first for me and i would consider it undutiful if i didn't try them out before returning home. however, there was never an appropiate time to try them out, much less a willing companion to stand in the freezing cold munching on the boring hotdog. UNTIL TODAY. andi and i had the hotdog and beef burger respectively.

sausage. hotdog bun. pickles. ketchup. tupperwared fried onions. the hotdog was nothing worth harping about. my beef burger was just as unimaginative and i strongly suspect the beef patty was devoid of any legitimate traces of a once-alive farm animal. both the hotdog and beef burger weren't astounding good and neither was i expecting them to be.. in fact, i think my stomach had an easier time ingesting mass produced commodities served by mcdonalds. disappointed? perhaps.. but at least my foray into the once-uncharted addressed any curiosisty i once had.

it was about the experience and a forgetably-chiiling one too. of all the days, we picked the windiest and my fingers were numb within minutes of eating.. in fact, i had to jump into a nearby seven-eleven to defrost after the meal. dear andi was such a good sport though..

we continued with our journey to the opera theatre, weaving in and out of departmental stores and stroget..oh resistence resistence. i wish i had blinkers to prevent myself from oogling at the newest paul and joe collection. despite being able to see the opera theatre from the opposite river bank, we were unable to locate it though i know for a fact we were sooo close.. we had walkec for quite a bit in the uncooperative weather and honestly, a hot glass of coffee in a warm toasty cafe seemed like a much more appealing option than blindly search for the now-abhored structure.

see my hot chocolate! it has a wad of peter beier dark chocolate on a stick that melted upon contact with the liquid, providing cheap entertainment for bumpkins such as myself. yum! i'm still undecided as to whether chocolate has an endorphin-effect on me or if it just the placebo effect.. well i will let the scientists figure that out while i indulge in a delightful chocolate muffin..

after dinner, a few of us caught hitch. well. what can i say- the very fact that i was thinking about my laundry pretty much tells you how interesting it was..