Last time I told you I was heading off to the SkyBar, and what an evening it turned out to be! Starting out on the 9th floor of the Radisson SAS Royal Viking Hotel I ended up having a fantastic dinner with Mr Meatball.
After enjoying a couple of cocktails and some great service (beaten only by the amazing view of the sunset) I realised it was dinnertime. When at the SkyBar eating is easily accomplished at Stockholm Fisk on the ground floor. However, seeing as I have had 4 dinners there in the last 3 days I decided to go somewhere else. Took a stroll down Vasagatan, and soon found myself on Fredsgatan. To my great surprise I saw Mr Meatball enjoying his supper in the window of the gourmet restaurant F12. I joined him, and we spoke of fond Stockholm the Musical memories that were every now and then interrupted by Meatball’s praise for the food. I had the Arctic Char with dill, fantastic! After that we tried their desserts. I downed the almond soufflé with rosehip, while Meatball insisted on having perfect ball-shaped scoops of vanilla ice cream. He has a sincere hang-up on spheres that fellow.
See you around in town,
Sven
Since playing the lead part in the musical (much to Mr Meatball’s distress) I have continued to swing along the lampposts of Stockholm. Every once in a while I stumble upon something new, and that’s what I expect I’ll be telling you all about here. The romantic dark winter has just passed, and now that spring has its firm grip on the city, you can rely upon swinging reports from singing Sven. The snow has melted, and blondes are appearing all over the place! And on that very note, I’m off in this instant to the wonderful 
