...Kaksi: Going Back to the Future

After realizing that turning left from the hotel leads us down Fifty Blocks of Gray, we opted to go right when exploring our first night in Copenhagen. To our welcomed surprise we were staying only one block from everything we could possibly want! There were restaurants, shops, even an amusement park within a few minutes walk. And located between all of these restaurants and shops were bars and more bars. Danes like beer and so do we. This was going to be a glorious communion and a night for the books! Let's go...



...Where do you want to go? I don't care, where do you want to go? I don't care. Okay, well, what do you want to do? I don't care, whatever you want to do. GAH!!! This is our usual decision making process. Pretty much awful. We are just like these guys, only not as cool because we aren't British: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGTWmrnPdgk

Drink beer. That's our common agreement, so Dust and I wander into the first pub we see, Something O'Irish. It was dark and randomly had a Mexican themed dance floor. It was confusing, but the beer tasted the same. While in Copenhagen we made an agreement to drink only Danish beer, so Carlsberg was our go to.

A few beers later and an interesting conversation with the bartender where he explained to us to disregard all we had heard and read about no tipping in Denmark, we were ready to move on to a more lively joint. Still not knowing where to go we just walked out of the first place and into the next a few doors down, which was similarly named Something McIrish. (The details of the names are a little blurry, but you get it).

This second place was not well populated, dimly lit, with giant green and red plaid patterned wall paper. But, the beer still tasted the same and it had an authentic looking singer playing some music.

Not sure what authentic means because I couldn't really tell you where this guy was from and what the real theme of the bar was, but I do have one question, will the real Doc Brown please stand up? And speak up? And en-un-ci-ate?

Yeah, Doc Brown was performing right there in McSomething O'Irish! The wild gray hair shooting in all directions along with the crazy eyes that never seemed to look at you or focus on anything other than the wall just passed your right ear gave this guy an authentic Doc Brown look. He was absolutely nuts, singing songs we recognized as the Beatles or the Rolling Stones, but we could never be quite sure. The lyrics were generally mumbled and we could only decipher about every third or fourth word.

It was awesome. And super weird. I mostly just smiled, nodded, and laughed when he was talking because I had no freaking clue what he was saying , but Dustin actually had conversations with Doc. He had been to America and apparently all of his friends ended up in San Francisco in the 60s...big surprise there.

A few beers later, again, we were talking to all sorts of people and received a ton of information to lead us in the right direction for the rest of our trip. These two American men recommended walking to the Carlsberg brewery, which was on our to-do list. They must have had too many liters (not pints) because that is a joke of a walk and I am so glad we did not take their advice. Brewery was great, walking would have been not so great!

First night down and such a great success. Meeting Doc Brown at a random pub in Copenhagen...who would have thought?

Dustin and THE Mr. Doc Brown