PROJECT FIKA: Princesscake - Mission failed

We are now at part three of our Fika project and the idea was to widen our testgroup a little by adding the third Axelsson sibling: The 16 year old Victor aka. our baby brother.

The five of us were going to explore the old Swedish luxury-ish konditori ("patisserie") Ahlströms and snap some pretty pics of the very photogenic Princesscake, a creation of 50 % whipped cream and layers of jam, custard and spongecake, drapped with a luscious green marzipan cover.

THE FIKA PROJEKT: Eating the gigantic KANELBULLE of Haga

THE FIKA PROJECT: PART TWO

In our attempt to try and mastering the art of Fika in Gothenburg, we were bound to cross paths with this famous mutated baked good at some point. 

The concept is really simple - you take the typical Swedish cinnamon bun and make it about 4-5 times bigger. When we started The Fika Project, Felicia pitched ideas on what to eat and where to Julia and Jonas, and when she said "..Oh, and so the gigantic kanelbulle in Haga, naturally..." Jonas admitted He. Had. Never. Been. In. Haga. 

THAT WAS THE UTTEREST FORM OF DISGRACE TO YOUR GOTHENBURGIAN HERRITAGE, 

Julia and Felicia thought and off course also told him so, and the next stop on the Fika-map was set. 

SWEDISH TRADITIONS: Celebrating 'Semledagen'!

Sweden isn't known for being particularly nationalistic - actually quite the opposite. The national anthem has been changed and banned several times and many swedes don't even know when the national day is.
But what Swedes lack in engagement for the calendrial holidays, they more than make up for with their excitement for the.. The calendrial sweetdays.

One Swedish tradition in particular is celebrted with banners and fanfares - and with good reason: 

SEMLEDAGEN

ALKEMISTEN - A Café Story

CAFÉ REVIEW: SeaCup Café

"I know a place by the sea", 

Victoria said to me regarding the friday-fika we'd planned, 

and I was immediately intrigued. 

Both because she'd brought me to great places before, 

but also for being in Eriksberg again. 

I've spent many picture-perfect summer afternoons 

strolling the quayside by some of the most expensive appartments in Gothenburg. 

So the mood was set, but did it end up as good as we hoped?

Will I trust Victoria to find us a place for four-hours of gossip and coffee again? 

READ ON AND YOU'LL SEE...