I will start with admitting that I’m biased. Originally Swedish I left Sweden when I was 12 years old, and have never really looked back, except for when it comes to my family and seafood. In my mind there is nothing better than the sweet taste of dill flowers mixed with the saltiness of the ocean.

Who would have thought that dining amongst trash bins, and a constant stream of people flowing by you like the Seine in spring, while bumping into you as though you were Pont Neuf, could be such an enjoyable experience?