Just got back from Iceland. The whole experience was a trip. More on that later, but I could go no further without sharing these Icelandic brothers ripping up some novel facial hair flavour. Icelandic style takes no prisoners, cutting any edge you want to thrust in its path.
Just look at these guys.
If this was any more fresh it would be frozen.
Then I saw this sign in a shop window, and put two and two together. When you look this dope, you gotta eat something, and go out and celebrate.
So after wolfing down some whale brochettes..
I headed straight to a bar and tore into a fresh pint of Viking.
As cold, clean and refreshing as the icy streams running down from the volcanic crags that litter the horizon as far as the eye can see.
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