Photo from the Danish Seaman's Church Fair by Eating in Translation via Flickr
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Since it was almost 2:00 p.m. before I could make it to the Fair, and I hadn’t had lunch yet, I went first to the Zion Church for some chow. I got two open faced sandwiches, one with shrimp and the other with meatballs, and a Carlsberg beer to wash them down. The shrimp, a generous pile of them heaped on the bread with garnishes, were tiny, briny and, to my palate, sublime. The meatball sandwich was good, but would’ve been better hot. If I’d had room for seconds, I would’ve tried the other two choices: Danish ham and something that looked like chopped liver. It had been years since I’d had a Carlsberg, and I’d forgotten how smooth and pleasingly balanced a brew it is.
I went over to the Seamen’s Church and saw they were serving hot meatballs and Danish hot dogs. I was tempted, but resisted in view of my commitment to keeping my weight down. The temptation I couldn’t resist was the glog. Good thing I couldn’t. It made a chilly November afternoon seem quite pleasant.
While the open-faced sandwiches were nice (esp the roast beef and horseradish), we really enjoyed the hot dogs. So many different flavors and textures. Mmmmm…
What exactly was the frikadeller? The guys behind the counter didn’t know how to explain it, and I wasn’t too fond of the taste – very salty, puffed sausage?
They’re also known as rissoles, which are made of minced meat or fish that are rolled in breadcrumbs, then deep-fried (or sometimes baked). At the Danish fair, they were made with turkey.