I walked in the door, and she said… the usual sir. Yes, I have been here before. Yes, this is home away for home(even if it’s just a week). I could have come for dinner and had a salad. Instead I came for desert. Some sort for chocolate layered pie wrapped with peanuts, and a gin. The pie was fantastic. Very light. Very tasty. As of you were eating chocolate air. The gin. well, how can you go wrong. Service is the name of the game and makes all the difference. Couple that with a spot of gun and a slice of pie(with the Simpsons on the TV)…I call that winning. A long way from home, and you find a place where they know your name. «Another gin for the road Mr Welch?» I’d be a fool of I didn’t. Until the next time Sweden… til the next time.