It’s that rare, really rare occasion when a gingerbread house on the most touristic street turns out to be tasty.

We all know that a restaurant on a crowded street doesn’t have to be tasty, why should it? Especially, if it’s open on January 1, while everything around isn’t; a hungry angry half-drunk tourist will wolf down anything.

Yet, there’re some exceptions.

The only thing without exceptions is the prices, such a restaurant doesn’t have to be cheap, at all. Exceptions don’t occur twice, that’s why soups here are for $30, plates of appetizers for $45 and main dishes for $45-70. But it’s the risen from its knees Iceland and yes, there’s a nuance!

Portions are northern, that means they’re double for a normal eater. So, it’s not too bad.

All the rest’s really nice: fucking awesome lobster soup, here it’s made with coconut milk and oranges; an excellent steak of local beef and transcendental local lamb that is fed on moss only (I’ll never cease to repeat it) and has a completely different smell (no smell) if compared to a usual one and texture (more like liver, to my mind).

In addition, wines in the menu aren’t for $100+ like everywhere else on the island, but for 50+, excellent zinfandel for 65, which is a gift judging by local standards.

What more could one wish for?