I love that the beef burgers are proper no brioche bun madness, just a good solid burger that is so goddamn enjoyable to sink your teeth into! Juicy, tender patty, great balance of ratios, an overall great burger. Shruthi: Lemme just say, if these guys were in Reykjavík, they’d sweep the Best Burger category clean. Very likely the best chicken burger I’ve ever tasted. This was absolutely not the case with these folks, who served up juicy and crispy dark meat, breaded and fried to perfection. I would drive to the end of the world to have just one more bite or another glass of the mango passion fruit beer.Īndie: Often when you’re served a chicken burger, the result is a perfectly round disk of dense, dry, flavourless “meat” pressed like particle board. The beer selection is both inventive and well-executed. Nonetheless, this place serves some of the best chicken burgers and wings in Iceland. You won’t find this place downtown Reykjavík, only in Vík í Mýrdal and this new food hall.
Valur: Smiðjan Brugghús is one of those hidden gems in the countryside. The bowl of grated parmesan went down a treat at our table, though. The carbonara, however, is a very Jamie Oliver affair with copious amounts of cream and way-too-chunky hunks of salty pork. Granted it didn’t boast enough chilli flakes to deliver that warm heat, but it was comforting in its familiarity. Romano’s pasta took me right back home with their arrabiata. Which is great, since that is the usual suspect pasta I encounter in Iceland. Shruthi: I’m not Italian but nonetheless profess the same air of authority having grown up on a steady Indian diet of overcooked pasta that would colour an Italian grandma garnet. The alfredo was creamy without being cloying, and included some chunks of smoked pork that complimented the spectrum of tastes well. The pasta shells were perfectly cooked, and the marinara was the right mix of savory, sweet and spicy. There’s no need to do that this time, though. That said, it felt like a convenient fast food, and in some ways, honest as such.Īndie: Whenever I am served pasta, I always cite my Italian ancestry to give my opinions an air of authority. The pasta felt a little dry and clunky and it was mediocre at best. Valur: I was not overtaken by the pasta dishes, but they had a warm homey feeling. I’m still baffled by their choice of mayo instead of salsa, and crushed chilli-wasabi nuts from the snack aisle. I thought the fried broccoli was nice (so happy to not see the ubiquitous cauliflower). That said, the corn tortillas themselves are tasty, even if they’re let down by their fillings. And El Gordito runs amok with their ‘tacos’. Shruthi: I commend the confidence of stretching culinary nomenclatures (I don’t). It was tasty, though just not entirely sure if they ought to be called tacos. Their take on what constitutes a taco stretches the definition to the very limit by this standard, a hot dog is arguably a taco. Overall, way too much happening here, and too little of it is taco-related.Īndie: I was a little bit skeptical about the idea of seared broccoli as a substitute for meat on a taco, but it actually worked.
The food was fine, but you could barely taste the meat. Valur: What exactly is the definition of a taco? Because you’re quite confused when eating at El Gordito, which seems to think that a taco is a blank canvas for anything with a taco shell wrapped around it.
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