From Iceland — Brons

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I have to say that when I entered the delicately decorated and cool bistro Brons, I didn’t suspect at all the kind of feast I had coming. For many years, the premises housed one of Iceland’s most cherished café, Kaffibrennslan, but some time ago it sealed its doors and before anyone knew this cosy bistro boasting Mediterranean cuisine took their place.
The service is of a high standard and our waiter welcomed us dearly and in few moments, when Belgian beers had been put before us, we reached the mutual conclusion that tonight we’d have a selection of the chef’s finest tapas dishes. As expected we first had the entrée, which was both classic and fulfilling but it was comprised of raw Parma ham, yellow melon pieces and a tasty combination of balsamic syrup and olive oil. I always love when you get the simplest dishes made divine with some hidden secrets, but this dish undoubtedly set the mood for the rest of the meal.
What followed were so many and various small courses that it would take me a lifespan or two describing them all, but they all had in common a delicious, sweet taste that made you believe, if you put some effort in it, that you were in fact situated in a little bistro in downtown Barcelona. The feeling of being so full that another bite would blow up your insides harassed us over and over again, but when you have such delicious bites waiting in front of you with the only goal of seeing the insides of your mouth you simply can’t do otherwise but go on.
Finally when the war had been won, and not only a giant feast of tapas dished had invaded my stomach, but also a combo of a warm and smooth French chocolate cake and strawberry sprinkled ice cream, the waiter decided to spare us, for a while at least, but he begged me to let him at least give us a shot of some lemon based aquavit that he promised would make the inevitable feeling of being overstuffed disappear. Thankfully I let him, for when I finished my espresso along with my deviant lemon shot, I felt as fresh as ever.