Couchsurfing (Kn-ork cont)

Pierre, the first of my couchsurfing hosts, was a crack up.
He had apologized profusely in our email exchanges about the messy house and to be fore-warned, and he was as honest as he was upfront. The rooms were scattered from moving in and rooms were not kept, but absolutely nothing to complain about.

We chatted in the kitchen for a bit and then decided to take a walk.
On the way, we joked about going to Ikea and then Pierre said he'd take us.
Score! It was really nice for him to offer.
We got a tour of the suberb and 10 minutes later we arrived at the Mother Ship.
The.
Mother-Ship.
It was huge!
And circular.
With about 5 levels.
Super intense, but fun to see that truly people around the world are decorating their houses exactly the same. Haha
HOWEVER!
The most amazing thing it had was a vending machine that deposited ice cream.
You bought a cone at clerk and the put the cone into the machine and let it "catch" it.
The cone would then go up and then the ice cream would PLOP and swirl it around and then drop it back down again for you to eat.
Coolest thing ever! I want one I want one I want one.
(hint hint mom and dad, top of the Christmas list)

After Ikea, Pierre took us on a scenic route to Lake Malaren look outpoint.
Down below was a plot of land that Swedes could buy a portion of and plant whatever they wanted on it. It was a really cool hodge podge of land with a variety of colors and patterns.

Last but not least, Pierre took us to a typical (and his favorite) Sweden fast food place - Loffy's Grill. Featuring grand ol' sausages (code for:"regular hot dog) and hamburgers. The menu mainly consisted of different sausages (hot dogs) with different toppings/condiments included in a flat bread. French Hot Dog meants a french roll cut with a hole at the top for you to squirt your condiment of choice and then shove the dog down in it. Yes. It's as delicate as it sounds. :)
We had seen different carts or small shops around with the same selection and you picked your hot dog by topping; ketchup, mayo, mustard, mashoed potatos, onions, saurakraut, spinach, etc. The one that Pierre recommended was this CRAZY concotation of 2 hot dogs, mashed potatos, lettuce, tomato and a whipped shrimp salad ALL together in this flat bread wrap. It was like an American burrito. IT WAS HUGE. Actually wasn't too bad! I hardly made a dent in mine, Reed powered through but couldn't conquor it and Crissy opted for horrific chicken nuggets.
None of us would do it again, but it was a cool local experience.
And now are able to identify it was passing local cuisine.
Pictures to follow.
The other highlight to this venture was the kn-ork or fife, mentioned in the previous blog title.
This amazing piece of plastic cutlery rocked my world. Half fork, half knife.
Puts a Spork to shame. Let's face it, Sporks. Don't. Work. No soup can be sipped nor cereal milk consumed.
BUT!
This kn-ork, with itty bitty razor like shears, sliced my sausages (hot dogs) quickly, easily and tidily all while I was holding the American burrito with one hand. I laughed about this invention and kept a couple in my purse as souvenirs.

Note to everyone: your Christmas present should not be a surprise.

Headed home, chatted a bit more and off to sleep to begin our last day in Stockholm...