Yesterday, on the Stromma boat cruise, as we approached the lock leading to Lake Malaren, we passed a restaurant called Thai Boat. Half of the restaurant resembled a boat, the other half is on a pontoon, floating on the water. We both wanted to eat at Thai Boat, as it looked so cool. (It also reminded us of The Lotus in Canary Wharf.)
Having spent most of the day searching central Stockholm for various types of glasses and pirate eye patches, we caught the bus down to almost the end of the line and walked the final few metres to the restaurant.
Obviously, given we are currently doing this unplanned eat at a different national restaurant each night, thing, Thai seemed ideal. And boy was it ever! If you like Thai food, this place does not disappoint. And, not only does it serve excellent food and is on a boat, if you are very, very lucky, a young artist might just paint your portrait. Like what happened to me.
Now, I have to admit, I’m not happy with the nose depiction, but the rest seems pretty accurate. The young artist was about six and was out with his family. For some reason, rather than drawing any of his relatives, he opted for the strange tomte at the next table. I was wearing my hat because the sun was in my eyes.
I think it’s superb and will not hear a bad word said about it. The Kulturhuset, on the other hand, I may have a bad word for.
Mirinda was off, searching for a pair of wrap around sunglasses (for protection against dust in her new bionic eyes) and had left me in the café at Kulturhuset drinking a beer, reading and resting my foot. There had been a fair bit of walking, searching for eye patches, so I needed a bit of a sit down.
Actually, a funny thing happened in her search for an eye patch. We had visited a plethora of Apoteks. Each of them had said they stock them but had run out. Though, Mirinda had to describe them as the things that pirates wear because most of them wanted to give her eye masks rather than pads. One also tried to give her make up removing cotton wool pads.
Then, in the second last one we tried, the woman at the counter suggested that Mirinda try the fancy dress shop around the corner. I was a bit concerned that if we did, she might have to purchase the whole outfit. Including the parrot.
Anyway, it turns out that the Apotek underneath Åhléns has them and, not only that, the guy serving knew exactly what and where they were. No need for the pirate outfit after all.
After all was said and done, Mirinda managed to find an eye patch as well as a pair of almost wrap around sunglasses and a pair of reading glasses which transformed her ability to read her phone from having it just beyond the tip of her nose to arm’s length. “It’s so colourful!” She said.
Improved vision has opened up an entire new world of wonder for my lovely wife.
NB: International cuisine now stands at five: Spanish, Peruvian, French, Italian and Thai. We also had lunch at the very popular Greasy Spoon, which, I guess, is British but, Mirinda said, we are not including lunches.
It’s a beautiful world