Mälarpaviljongen — Restaurant in Stockholm

The Quest for Butter in the Land of Gluey Mash

Ah, the whimsical saga that was our dinner at this establishment. It's not often that a simple dining experience can transport you to an alternate universe of culinary...erm, creativity, and yet here we are.

For starters, we were served meatballs that evoked the nostalgia of those lazy Sunday afternoons where one forgets the pot on the stove and is left with a lukewarm, mildly regrettable meal. It was a subtle reminder that maybe, just maybe, it's high time I bought that microwave I've been eyeing.

Next, we were introduced to the pièce de résistance - the potatomash. An innovative play on textures, it was reminiscent of elementary school craft classes – except this time, it's edible. While it did take me back to those innocent glue-sniffing days of youth, I wasn't quite sure whether to eat it or use it to stick some papers together.

We also sampled the smoked shrimp, which came in an aura of mysterious intrigue. The request for butter to accompany our bread was met with the kind of wide-eyed surprise usually reserved for magic tricks or unexpected plot twists. Butter? For bread? A ground-breaking idea, clearly, that this restaurant was just not prepared for.

And the grand finale – a glass of Pepsi cola, fresh from the dispenser. It was a masterful study in minimalist beverage preparation. Carbonation, it seems, had taken an unscheduled holiday. Who needs fizz when you can have a still-life rendition of a popular carbonated drink? It's basically modern art in a glass.

All in all, I have to say, this experience was a riotous romp through the slightly left-of-center side of the culinary universe. While the memories (and taste of gluey potatomash) may linger for a while, I do think some more conventional practices wouldn't go amiss in the future.

Two out of five stars for the sheer audacity, the unparalleled creativity, nice location, and the undeniable...

Everything was good & the lady at the counter who took our order was rly sweet, helpful & nice! Us being tourists, there were tons of pastries & food options we were asking her about & she happily politely explained them all to us like how they're baked, drenched in whatever syrup & all that sorta thing.

One thing we didn't like hence a 3 star review instead of a 5, there was a SUPER random ?? bouncer ???? or whatever that man was? a security guard?! at the entrance that stopped me & my partner from entering the restaurant ?? because we didn't have ID on us. what kind of restaurant needs ID?! We didn't bring along our passports with us because it was 20min by public transport from our hotel, I don't understand the need for ID?! LOL. He made us stand outside for a solid 10minutes telling us he needs to see our ID & after we told him WE LEGIT don't wanna waste another 20 min going back to our hotel to get our passports, another 20min BACK here again just to prove to him we're above 18 (LMAO we are hitting 30 soon, this guy is clearly taking the piss out of us, we definitely don't look like underaged teenagers cmon) he finally let us in after negotiating & the WORST part was ... after we went in to meet our friend who was already seated with a table, our friend told us when he entered. NO BOUNCER OR SECURITY GUARD asked him for ANY ID. We turned our heads to stare at the front & started seeing a ton of random restaurant goers enter & pick a seat without ANY man standing there to ask them for ID ??? ????? ??? was that random man legit just some joker trying to piss us off or what?! Why ask us for ID when some others didn't have to be asked for ID?! Lemme repeat we are pushing 30, we definitely do NOT look like underaged teens LOL.

Ok i'm done ranting, the food was yummy & interesting I guess. The blueberry cheesecake was...

I was there for the first time last night. While standing at the bar waiting to be served some guy came up behind me and began rubbing my shoulders. Shocked at first I turned and told the guy to stop and take his hands off me which he did. I turned and faced the bartender and waited to be served. Again he put his hands on my shoulders. I looked at the bartender and while I was being assaulted I begged the bartender to do something. I said this guy keeps touching me can you please call security? He told the guy to stop. I looked at the bartender and asked him if this place thinks it’s okay for people to touch others when told not to? He said no it’s never okay. Yet he did nothing. He served me so I could go back to my seat and nothing happened to the guy who repeatedly assaulted me. I would never go back here and if I lived here I would contact the police and counsel to hold them accountable. Disgusting people patron this establishment and the bartender played a role in my assault. It...