"Say: Eina med öllu. You just said: Can I have one with everything on it. And that is what you need to know. So you're going to be starving, in need of a hot dog in downtown Reykjavik at 6am and will think: 'Thank you, Hafdís'. They have these little picnic seats in January and it's like minus 15 and you're still sitting there, pissed out of your head, going: 'Mmm, I'm well cool because of my Viking blood'. ... Besides, our national dish scares everybody and make us seems freaky because it's actually a sheep's face, cooked so the hair goes off and it's black and burnt, then they cut it in half. So you have half of the head and half of the tongue and the eye is looking at you. And they eat the eye. And they have pickled sheeps' testicles. It is not that they want to scare people when doing interviews in Brighton, it is just because the country was very poor and they had to eat whatever they could."
Hafdís Huld Þrastardóttir i en intervju med Music OMH om isländskt nattliv och traditioner.
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