WWFB: “Wanna Hear My Band?” Edition
The scene: Reykjavík, Iceland, early August but it feels like February. It’s OK, you’re from Wisconsin; you’ve seen worse.
Everyone in Iceland is in a band, as we learned on a super fun Reykjavík food tour with Örn (Eagle) from the experimental feminist punk band Hórmónar.
Lest you think this is just some rando garage band, they won the Icelandic battle of the bands the year after Of Monsters and Men did, and some critics say they won Iceland Airwaves last year. Also, their pun game is on point, as their name translates to “WhoreMoans.”
Örn is a fun tour-guide. He knows everyone in town on a high-five basis, and he took us to some spots we never would have found, or would have passed up, on our own.
Of particular interest to me on this tour was one of our fellow participants, who was an actual food blogger — like, a paid professional. I KNOW, RIGHT? He had a whole lighting rig and a proper camera and shit. I told him about my approach to food blogging and he looked at me with a strange mix of confusion and envy. Whatever, man — you made your bed, now spend the next 12 hours editing photos and sweating word count before you go lie in it. I, on the other hand, will keep eating!
Scroll down for pics from our tour. If you are wondering why there are no food photos, it’s because I am the World’s Worst Food Blogger. Don’t act so surprised — it’s in the title. 😉
VERDICT: 9/10 A very tasty tour. Minus one for Örn not bringing a boom box to play his band’s music while ushering us around town.
