Follow the flavor trail!
From a lunch perspective, Norra Älvstranden is worth exploring. Amidst the weekday hustle, you can treat yourself to goat, cevapcici, or a crispy Croque monsieur. You can go Italian or Bosnian, or probe the depths of Yemenite cooking. We eat most of our meals right here in Kville, but when the flavor trail leads elsewhere, we follow.
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This is what extinction tastes like
I was 17 when Fredrik asked if I wanted to go with him to Valvet. Fredrik, with his irresistible charm – voice like a 12-year-old girl, a laugh bright enough to lift an eclipse, and curly brown hair down to…
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The Lions of Munich
“Whatever you do, don’t eat the skin.” After some finger-wagging, our colleague finally sits down. She sips her coffee and stares out the window until her thoughts settle on one final piece of advice.
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Last Mandarin Standing
On May 19, 1982, IFK Göteborg defeated Hamburg in the UEFA Cup final. This post celebrates that historic victory and the legendary Gothenburg players. It’s also a tribute to a dining era that shaped a generation.
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In omni porco margarita est
Dear reader, we apologize. Off the Eaten Track has been in a bad place, unable to fulfill its duty as the bringer of culinary light.
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Eat the stack
Today’s tale starts with the great fire of 1802 when Gothenburg burned to the ground. Well, at least the buildings inside the moat, including the cathedral. Most houses were built of wood, and nobody stood a chance against the flames…
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Welcome to Norra Älvstranden!
Operation hibernation is over and the Track is Back – hungrier than humanly possible. And what a lovely canvas to return to! A house full of new colleagues who are untrained in the culinary ways of Off the Eaten Track.…
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Camaraderie, cold cuts and compounds
Reflecting over compounds is a great pastime if you’re interested in semantics and have nothing useful to do. For those unfamiliar with the linguistic concept, compounds are words formed by combining two or more words to create a new word…
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The injera of friendship
I have known my dining companion for 20 years. We have traveled together, attended concerts together, and slept through meetings together. We have seen each other angry, disappointed, tired, stressed, and sad. We have even watched a documentary about fonts…
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Home away from Rome
Three autonomous driving engineers walk into a bar. The first one sips their ice-cold beer and says, Ah, this shit drinks itself. The second one orders a Long Island Iced Tea, tastes it and turns to the bartender, Sure you…
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Fifty Shades of Great
Welcome back, all you hungry hippos! This fall will be a defining moment for Zenseact. We all know what’s at stake. If cars are to run on our beautiful code next year, we’d better kick this software frenzy off. And…
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Off the Eaten Truck
Peaky fockin’ bloinders! The smell of grease roams Lindholmspiren like an evil mist, finding its way into every air-conditioned office, drawing every shadow dweller out into the open. Resistance is futile; we know what we have to do even if…
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Unexpecting the expected
The most remarkable unremarkable thing about Tilda’s is the apostrophe. What makes it special is not its gross violation of Standard Swedish Orthography, which simply uses an ‘s’ suffix to signify possession (Tildas), but the fact that everything else about…
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Way out East
Listen up, this is important. Since childhood, we’re trained to do things fast. We get rewarded for arriving on time, finishing tasks at school quickly, doing our homework effectively, and cleaning up after ourselves rapidly. Falling asleep without fuzz. Brush…
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Come for the Kajmak!
After our first visit to Bosna, I thought to myself, If Dracula ran a sports bar, Bosna would be it. It’s not exactly goth, but seriously hardcore in other ways. Then I fantasized about how dark and mysterious the place…
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The Comforts of Kville
Stepping into El Mariachi, a Mexican restaurant at the junction of Madängsgatan and Myntgatan, I found myself staggering into a chair. My eating buddy, equally dumbstruck, just stood there with his mouth open. It was love at first sight. The…
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House of the Dragon
In 1947, sailor and cook Liu Wan Chong found himself stranded on the shores of Gothenburg. But instead of bemoaning his cruel fate, Liu displayed remarkable resourcefulness and journeyed to the Chinese embassy in Stockholm where he lent his culinary…
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Nice and Thai Dee
For almost two decades, my working life revolved exclusively around exploring the tantalizing flavors of Thai cuisine. For a while, I believed joining Zenseact would mean the end of this cherished routine. Fortunately, fate had other plans. After seven months…
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From the Fires of Mount Doom
“I love warm food,” my colleague declares with enthusiasm. It could be that he’s a person of modest preferences. But it’s also the kind of lukewarm praise you might offer in a desperate act to say something nice about your…
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Noodles to Duy for
It’s a sunny day, and that’s good. But It’s also lunch rush, and everyone in Gothenburg craves Phô. Getting an outside table at Duy Tan isn’t happening, but the bowls of broth with noodles, meat, herbs, and vegetables fill Kvilletorget…
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Oh, Mandi
Disappointment might not be the word I’d choose. Surprised, maybe. No, confused is better. Regardless, I guess it all comes to unreasonable expectations – because that’s exactly what I had. We’d been passing Ala Kefak several times on our gastronomic odyssey and on every…
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Sultans of Bling
My colleague grins, “It could’ve happened to anyone.” But let’s start at the beginning. Sultan, a Turkish grill restaurant, caught our attention during our strolls around Kville. It always appeared as a reliable grill and meze place, and its ambitious…
Keep reading“To eliminate diversity would be like eliminating carbon and expecting life to go on. This, I believe, is why even a passing acquaintance with endangered languages or endangered species or endangered cultural traditions brings with it so much anxiety, so much sadness. We know in our tissues that the fewer the differences we encounter, the more widespread the kingdom of Death has become.” – Barry Lopez, Embrace fearlessly the burning world
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