The crowd starts lining up at 12 noon on a balmy Christmas day, begging to be let in to the century old dining hall—all wooden floors and high ceiling.
When the doors do open at 1 pm, they stream in gently, no pushing and shoving. Younger folk step back for older people, of which there are many, as in all clubs. Read more
Andre Knudsen, take a bow.
I was supposed to cook a meal for my landlord in Copenhagen, where I’ve been this past week covering the climate summit. Read more
I’m sorry for the break. You know how it is getting ready for a trip abroad. Really had no time in the kitchen.
Now, I’m in Copenhagen, and I do. Read more