One of the things that I wanted to make sure we had was soup - in an pinch, soup is always a quick and easy option. A few months went by and we hadn't touched the stuff, so one rainy Saturday afternoon (isn't that almost every Saturday??) I decided it was a perfect soup day. I offered Stian our choices: vegetable, something with meat, and fiskesuppe. Secretly, I prayed he would choose the vegetable because the very thought of fish soup grossed me out.
My wishes didn't come true and I ended up making the fish soup. Surprisingly, it smelled okay. I brought the spoon up to my mouth and thought: it's okay...there's still a package of vegetable soup in the cupboard if this is terrible. I was pleasantly surprised. I polished off the whole bowl and went back for seconds. No wonder the stuff is famous here (and that was just the packaged stuff)!
A few weeks went by, and I suddenly had a major desire to find some real fiskesuppe in Bergen...hopefully at the Bryggen. I did a little research and found a restaurant with great reviews for their fish soup. Just in case you don't know what I'm talking about, this is a picture of Bergen's Bryggen (translated to the wharf, I guess):
|This was taken in 2009 during my first-ever visit to Norway.|
Early one Friday evening, we walked down to the Bryggen looking for this place:
|Bryggeloftet & Stuene (wharf loft and living rooms)|
There was hardly anyone there because it was still early, and we got seated almost right away. The place could be updated, but I loved the paintings on the walls and the big fireplace.
I looked at the menu and found the fish soup...but sadly in the appetizer section. Noooo, I thought, I wanted this as my main course!!!! I paged through some more, doing my best reading in Norwegian, and found "Big Fish Soup and Bread". Perfect. Then I read a little more and found out this was only served until 5 and unfortunately it was almost 5:30. I was heartbroken. This was precisely what I wanted. I made up my mind to beg the waitress if that's what it came down to - so when she came to take our order, I politely mentioned that I noticed it was after 5, but I really wanted to try the fish soup.
"Oh, it's no problem for soup! That's okay. It's very good," she said, smiling sweetly.
What a doll!! What an absolute doll!! This was my new favorite, weird little place.
(Did I mention that she spoke English to me the very second I walked in the door?? That doesn't always happen as I've decided I look kinda Norwegian and people rarely assume I don't speak the language. I couldn't figure out how she knew, but when I look at the above picture, I realize that, hello, I was snapping pictures of the restaurant walls like a bona fide tourist. A tourist with a dead camera battery that only stayed on long enough for me to snap a quick picture before it turned itself off).
Only a few minutes passed by and pretty soon what I had been waiting for was right in front of me: a big bowl of fish soup and some fresh bread.
Good grief, it was so good. Creamy, a little salty, ribbons of carrots and celery, and lots of fish! There were big pieces of cod, salmon, shrimp, and even muscles!
I had never eaten a muscle before, so it was pretty exciting to try and there were about 6 in my bowl!
It's not usually a popular choice to eat traditional Norwegian food here because there are so many other international influences, but when you can find the good stuff - appreciate it! This is probably one of my favorite Norwegian foods that I've tried and hey, it's surprisingly not expensive, either.
So, if you're coming to visit, be sure to push yourself to try something that sounds a little weird, because it's SO good.