June 28, 2005
The restaurant is well signed from the main road and is on a small residential estate. Nothing special to look at, indeed it was reminiscent of an upmarket transport café. We wondered if it was the wrong place, but a check over the menu confirmed it was indeed the Krakan. The choices were limited, but we were starving, so we settled at a seat near the window opposite the bar. From here we had sight of the sea and could almost feel the presence of the mighty peaks of Grundarfjrour behind us.
This restaurant seemingly had a staff of two – a mature couple – she the cook, he the general dog’s body and front man (although his English was so poor that his wife had to attend to our order). I plumped for lamb chops in a cognac sauce, whilst my wife opted for pan-fried plaice in a sauce. And then we waited. This is not a restaurant to visit if you are in a hurry. Orders are not taken until the food can be cooked – so each table has to wait before placing their order for the previous diners to be served.
It’s an odd establishment – divided into three distinct areas – with a strange array of wall hangings. There are some religious artefacts, photos of Iceland, unrelated pictures, and pictures of cartoon chefs. A piano near to the door has references to boogie-woogie and jazz concerts and a photograph, I reckon depicting the male proprietor when he was much younger and in a band. Every other track played as background music was cool jazz, and the rest was songs of the ‘60s. Musically, this is my kind of place.
The food finally arrived, as does a jug of heavily iced water. I had a plate full - seven lamb chops, masses of piping hot chips, rice, and a good dollop of coleslaw. My wife’s plate was equally full - two decent-sized fillets of plaice, a baked potato, and a vegetable accompaniment. No sooner had she remarked about value for money when another plate was brought to the table with two larger fillets.
The lamb was incredibly succulent and "demanded" that I chew every morsel of meat off the bones, the chips somewhat salty (but very moreish), and the coleslaw unusual, as it was sweet, with the addition of fresh peaches (pleasantly refreshing and a superb contrast to the meat). I "had" to assist my wife in eating the fish, and this was beautifully flaky in a light batter. This was home cooking at its best, and who cares about waiting when the meal is plentiful and of good quality. Whilst we waited for the bill, we were offered free coffee and complimentary schnapps. What a nice touch!
From journal Olafsvik - The Whale-Watching Capital