Skindbuksen — Restaurant in Copenhagen Municipality

Copenhagen at noon. The sky hung low, heavy with rain, the streets slick and reflective, as if the city had been dipped in mercury. We stepped into Skindbuksen, escaping the cold like sailors finding shelter from a storm. The wooden panels and low ceiling absorbed the outside world, muffling the wind, the footsteps, the slow movement of time.

The liver pâté arrived first. An acquired taste, they say. Like jazz, or loneliness. But the seasoning was careful, deliberate, like the way some people measure their words before speaking.

Next came the crispy pork belly, its skin crackling under the weight of my fork. The taste was precise, almost mathematical in its perfection—fat rendered, salt balanced, crispness exact. It brought me back to lechon kawali on a Sunday afternoon, the smell of oil and garlic, the sound of laughter somewhere in the background.

The beef schnitzel followed. It was okay. No more, no less. Like something a mother would make after a long day, not out of inspiration, but out of love.

Then the chocolate mousse. Dark, bittersweet, the kind of dessert that carried its own philosophy. The first spoonful held the weight of old regrets; the second, the quiet thrill of something won after years of waiting.

I took a sip of Grøn Pilsner. The warmth of the alcohol spread through my body, pressing against the 7-degree winter like a familiar hand on my shoulder. Outside, the rain kept falling. Inside, the world softened at the edges.

Before leaving, I visited the men’s room. Dim lighting. The faint smell of disinfectant. For a moment, I felt like Michael Corleone in The Godfather, standing in the quiet, knowing something irreversible was about to happen. I half-expected to reach behind the cistern and find a gun. Instead, I washed my hands, looked at myself in the mirror, and walked back out...

We went in, first time in Dänemark. We arrived after 12h of traveling.

Nowhere was a waiter so we went inside. We didn't see a "wait to be seated" sign, yet if I think about it now there must have been one somewhere.

We waited for 40minutes. No one came to serve us, but we thought it's because it was so full and crowded and there was only one waitress(which we saw after we sat down)

Another couple came in and got immediately served, got their drinks and could order food.

Not sure if it was because we sat down without asking but this was by far the worst restaurant experience I had ever.

Just being ignored, after such a long journey, after 30min footwalk because we heard the restaurant is good.

We were very highly disappointed by...

While the food was ok, the service was terrible and rude. We had made a reservation and while we were having a drink, our table in the restaurant area was given away. The second table was located in the noisy crowded bar area as there was no other room. Food was delivered and that was the last we saw of our server. No checking on meal or ordering of beverage refills. When we were almost done with our meal, another server asked us to remove a water bottle from the table. The bottle had been sitting on table since we originally sat down. No explanation; we were just told it had to be removed. For food, we had 6 different dishes. Pork roast was a little dry and potatoes soggy. Shrimp cocktail salty. ...