As soon as we walked into Svärmisk, I knew we had entered Sweden by way of Australia.
When I travel these days, it seems I always find Sweden in some way. I’m not sure if I look for it, if it just finds me or whether I notice it as I live in Sweden. This trip, we had one of our Swedish encounters in Mt Beauty in Victoria, a small town Robert lived in for a while when he was a kid.
In driving into town, we noticed a place that looked like a modern ski chalet and that had a Swedish name – Svärmisk (see it here). So we figured we should check it out.
The pantry was stocked with all sorts of Swedish specialties.
Immediately on going in, we saw a row of birch tree branches and a Dala horse in the lobby. In the restaurant, there were all sorts of Swedish treats for sale, from knackebröd and Bilar candies to lingonberry jam. And in ordering our food, we were not surprised to meet the owner and find that Lena was Swedish and from Solna, near where I used to work. We had a good chat with her and enjoyed the homemade pastries, tea and coffee. In fact, we were enjoying ourselves so much that we then had to try some of the local wine. Somehow, we felt we belonged there.
We enjoyed this Shiraz from local vineyard Ceccanti.
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