Turns out, the Vikings had a soft side

Nyhavn, Copenhagen
Nyhavn, Copenhagen

During dinner in the Danish village of Ærøskøbing, the restaurant chef stopped by the table. “How is your fish?” he asked.

“”Very good,” I said. “Delicious.”

“I killed it,” he admitted sadly.

“You mean you caught it?”

“No, I killed it,” he said. “It was delivered alive and I had to kill it. I don’t like killing.”

Have the Vikings come to this?

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