I can't stand staying still, so after a night of just LYING THERE, I head out ASAP (I often prepare for this action to take the minimum possible amount of time by having my clothes and gear strictly ready in the spirit of a stuck-up fascist). My usual choice is Reykjavík Roasters at Kárastígur, which I still call Kaffismiðjan, causing general confusion amongst my co-humans. There, I order a black coffee and drink refills on empty stomach, because, as everyone knows, that's how coffee functions best and your body makes the most out of it. I answer my emails and get working on the piece I'm composing at that time.
After a few hours, when the coffee fog hits me, I walk up to Hallgrímskirkja and maybe say hello to my friends in the sculpture garden at the Einar Jónsson Museum. From there I head down my old street Þórsgata, and make a right on the corner, driving the rumbling stomach even crazier. It's time for the first meal of the day—lunch!
My absolutely favourite restaurant in town is Snaps. They have a beautifully tasty menu, and offer some good deals during lunch time. I recommend the catch of the day or the moules frites. When I treat myself to Snaps (which may possibly happen a tiny touch too often), I often do so with some friends, but I also enjoy eating alone while staring out of the window in zombie mode.
By now I'm most definitely feeling the guilt of not working enough creeping up on me like a slimy green monster, so I go wherever I'm keeping my double bass and practice for a few hours, and then continue writing that goddamn piece. Consequently, I'm sweaty and smelly, and hurry to Vesturbæjarlaug, where I swim some laps and visit all the hot tubs (a bit manically, some so-called "friends" have pointed out), making sure I don't skip my beloved steam bath. After the pool, it is VERY important to have coffee immediately. The closest café is Kaffi Vest, where I drink some cups, preferably with a sweet dreamy "sara", while I get more work done.
I love to go to one of the city's (still hidden?) gems, Ban Thai. Reading through the endless menu will give you a headache of choice overload. I never remember what I have, so I always end up with a surprise—always terrifically delicious.
OHHHHHHH, THE HEAT OF THE NIGHT! Time for a drink maybe? I don't really like going out much because I find all the places to be too loud. I'll probably see what's on in Mengi instead, and it will probably be something great.
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