Reykjavik – First Impressions

1. There isn’t nearly as much wool as was implied.

Before coming to Iceland I read quite a few articles about the country.  What there is to do, what the place is like, how to get where you’re going.  One thing kept cropping up in all of these articles: people love the Icelandic wool sweater.  I was often made out to be iconic, and implied that it was well worn by locals.  Well, I have been walking around downtown now for 7 hours and I have to say it’s just not as prominent as I expected.  Yes it’s in shop windows and yes, I have seen 3 people wearing them, but that’s just three!  I felt there would be more.

 

Sweaters

I expected it to be more like this, but on people.

2. People just walk out into traffic.

More then once I, and sometimes another tourist or two, have been standing waiting at a walk light only to have a local breeze by us and just walk out on a red walk light.  Not sure why the place has walk lights at all since walking into the street seems to be commonplace.  Now they don’t walk right in front of moving cars like I saw people in Italy do, but they do indeed just walk out into traffic.  Sometimes they do it without so much as a glance to see if anything’s coming.  Getting run over isn’t the way I want to start my trip, so I’m going to stick to the walk lights… where they are available.

 

3. The hot dogs aren’t what they were made out to be.

It was implied to me through more then one source that the hot dogs here are excellent.  I tried one, I even let them put all the toppings on it, but it wasn’t for me.  Not something I really enjoyed at all.  I may give them a second change, go to a different vendor.  We’ll see.

 

Icelandic Hotdog

Looks better then it tastes. But the real problem was the texture!

4. The City is fine, but it’s the countryside that’s where it’s at!

I’ve been exploring the city, I went to a museum, checked out some landmarks, window shopped, everything you’re supposed to do in a city.  But one look across the harbor at the mountains I can just barely make out in the fog and I know that my explorations need to go beyond the city limits.  I need to see the wilderness!

 

Iceland Countryside

Need to go where it looks more like this!

5. People here use their bicycles to get around.

Rain or shine (though I have yet to experience the latter) it seems that for the people of Reykjavik, biking is the way to get around.  Sure some walk, and some have cars, but it seems like a lot more then I’m used to bike.  I know in weather like this back home in Canada I’d be hard pressed to find very many people out on bikes!

Freddy Beach Ribfest BBQ Goodness

I think I’ve died and gone to heaven!  That or I’m slowly dieing right now… probably the latter.  I’m sinking into a food coma, the best food coma of my life.  This could be bad, or very very good.

That was my thought process as I rolled (pretty much literally) myself out of Fredericton’s very first Ribfest at the end of May 2014.  It might have been the first time that Fredericton had hosted such a massive food event, but that didn’t dampen the success.  It was certainly one of my favorite events we’ve ever had in Fredericton, and frankly, I think it needs to happen again.  As in I personally need it to happen again, tomorrow would be good… mmmm ribs.

OK, I got distracted, let me start at the beginning.  After parking in the incredibly packed parking lot I stepped out of my car, breathed in the smell of smokey fires and cooking BBQ, and instantly knew that I was going to have a great time.  There were lots of different vendors and games and things with their tents and trucks encircling the seating area, so I couldn’t see anything until I stepped through into the center of Ribfest itself.

For the kids

Like this game/ride thing. For kids only I think… how very disappointing.

There were rows on rows of picnic tables; each lined with people absolutely covered in BBQ sauce who were stuffing their faces.  Towering above them all were the billboards for the different rib vendors, the reason that we were all there.

Ribfest Vendors

It was like stepping into BBQ heaven.

Five vendors in total, how could I possibly choose which line to get in?  Turns out you can just go right up to the cooks, as they are BBQing their hearts out over the wood fires, and ask for a sample of their sauce. Some were smokey, some sweet, one was more spicy, but after trying them all I knew which one I had to get.  I called it my Goldie Locks sauce.  It wasn’t too sweet or too smokey, it was just right for me.  My vendor of choice: Crabby’s BBQ Shack.

Crabby's BBQ

This is the place where my stomach’s best dreams were about to come true. Rib cooking geniuses.

So I hunkered down and got in the very, very long line to wait my turn.  To my surprise the lines moved really fast and before I knew it I was up at the front excitedly ordering the meal I had priced and planned out, a chicken and ribs combo.

“I’m so sorry, we’ve run out of chicken for the night.” Were the next words I heard… out of chicken?  Crap!  I didn’t plan a backup choice!  Needless to say I panicked and ended up ordering a full rack of giant ribs.

Ribfest Ribs

A full rack of ribs? Sure, yeah, I can totally eat all of that…. oh man that’s a lot of food.

Note to self: always have a backup choice.

It was a crazy huge pile of ribs, but my god were they good.  Juicy, tender, tasty, fall off the bone; anything you could ask for.  I may have accidentally ordered a whole rack, and I may not look like the type of person who could actually eat all of it, but sure gave it a solid try.  I ended up eating all but 2 of the ribs, which I shared with some friends.  I mean come on, I had to let other people know about how amazing and clearly superior these ribs were!

The Aftermath

The Aftermath: complete and utter rib destruction.

All of these amazing rib cooking folks travel all over Canada, even going to a few US destinations, cooking their amazing ribs.  In Fredericton they served the best ribs I have ever had in my life to over 70,000 people in one weekend.  That’s a lot of BBQ.  If they come to your neck of the woods, or you are able to find them on your travels, I highly recommend (basically require) that you go.  It’s well worth the cost and your time.  When you’re full to the brim with ribs at the end, relaxing in the beer tent listening to the live band, you’ll thank me for telling you to go.  I know you will.