Author: Ölvir Gíslason
Elwis Has Left the Building
by Ölvir Gíslason and Kjartan Guðmundsson
Desperate Middle-Aged People and Large Tuxedo-Clad Birds So it was with some trepidation that Grapevine’s correspondents entered Café Victor, situated…
Drowned fish: A night at THORVALDSEN
by Ölvir Gíslason and Kjartan Guðmundsson
Beware the jocks and yuppies None of these Austurstræti landmarks was the destination of Grapevines´correspondents, as we headed towards the…
TWO TIMES A FISH
by Ölvir Gíslason and Kjartan Guðmundsson
Tveir fiskar is not particularly conspicuous in the Reykjavik restaurant flora. It almost reminds one of a mythical place that…
FRY AND THE FAMILY STONE
by Ölvir Gíslason and Kjartan Guðmundsson
Grapevine’s correspondents arrived early in the evening so we were practically the only guests there, but that would change soon….
HORST TAPAS
On a hot and sultry day like this it is particularly appropriate to enjoy a round of Tapas. The only…
THERE’S MORE TO THE OCEAN THAN BILLY
by Ölvir Gíslason and Kjartan Guðmundsson
Grapevine’s correspondents arrived at Við tjörnina at ten o’clock one summer evening in June. The late hour was due to…