Sweeping vistas, oh the vistas. You float north past the fjords and njords, the North Sea, the Baltic Sea, it's all there. Heavenly Denmark, smoke pouring out of the chimneys into the foggy morning air. The hearths are blazing with baking bread! Dark, brown, baker's ryes. Hearty peasant loaves, sourdough starter you better be sure. Rolf! Achectern fie der shwopzein rye! Rolf hands me a rye loaf and I chew off a piece and savor the rich peasant bread. I then ask for a proper slice with pickled herring and beets. The aromas of medieval bread pervade all.
Great Northern Food Hal
Grand Central Terminal
