September 14, 2011
Yay, there’s finally a real farmer’s market in Copenhagen!
After decades of supermarket deathbore, a new race of DIY vendors, small farmers, honey harvesters and local produce hippies will show up in their home-built vans with truckloads of cheap, fresh, delicious and organic fruits of the earth, and deliver the goods our generation has been raving about for the last 15 years!!!
You see, there’s not really any money in cheap healthy produce or farmer hippies. Where’s the sex? Where are the cool, trendy metropolitan vibes? What are tourists going to do with a nasty soiled leaf of freshly picked spinach?
Nah, let’s scrap all that and invite all the chain shops around Copenhagen to squeeze in a miniature version of themselves into the new, trendy starchitect-built glass halls so the tourists and Copenhageners who don’t know better will have yet another place to buy a latte, a box of frozen dinner or an overpriced premixed cupcake ($5.50 for a small cupcake, anyone?).
Entrance to one of the two long glass halls. The white and red stickers are horrid and reduce the lines of the architecture to a suburban discount mall. Please get rid of those now.
So, that is state of the art “farmer’s market” anno 2011. As you can probably tell, yours truly is slightly underwhelmed. But now that I’ve gotten all this out of my system I have to admit that it’s better than nothing. Even though things are overpriced with discrete hints of tourist trap and snobbish wannabe hip city culture, I actually have fun there.
It’s become a new place to hang out with friends. Instead of sitting in a cafe bitching about bypassers’ haircuts and lack of footwear style (American tourists usually take the win, sorry guys), well at Torvehallerne you can walk and bitch at the same time. It’s fabulous. You can use one hand to hold your overpriced latte and the other to point at stuff or carry bags of luxury chocolate, a shark’s head or salt scrub if you have dry skin on your eyeballs (from looking at too many Crocs).
During warm days they open up the whole side of the glass building right next to the Coffee Collective coffee stand and you can sit outside on benches and watch five baristas at work simultaneously inside. People want their shopping latte.
So I will stop being a drag and not complain anymore. At least it’s here–now we can work (and shop deliberately) to make it better. I made the mistake on going on a Saturday when EVERYONE alive on Earth had decided to shop at Torvehallerne. I could barely see the individual stalls due to the long lines of human fat in motion. But I did my best to shuffle and push peeps around to catch a glimpse of the goods with my lens.
Slagter Lund: I like that they put up white tiles and old photos of butchers.
Another butcher across the hallway. Before I buy any meat I would like to borrow his knife and cut off his Seattle 1994 goat beard before it ends up in my steak tatare.
But props to them for using a nice font to write the prices. Old school serifs FTW!
Live lobsters screaming for mercy in lobster language. Unfortunately at Torvehallerne no one can hear you scream.
Buckle up, guys. Yamahomo will come for you in a minute.
Lots of expensive chocolate from exclusive boutique brand AXOCO from Danish chocolate factory Anton Berg.
Cofoco Supermarche offers frozen dinners, sauces and side dishes. Not cheap. But easy.
A shop sells kitchen knives, murder weapons and more chocolate bits.
A deli offering freshly made dishes. Why use tools when you have two hands (and lots of body hair)? Yum.
Fresh garlic from France, $3 a bulb:
At least the style is more what I think of in regard to farmer’s markets: rustic and natural.
French chickens with head:
Quite photogenic. Is that what they call beautiful mortality?
Italian chocolate cigars at $10 a piece:
This is more market square style:
That’s what I’m talking about–real unprocessed food. These are fresh herbs to take home and plant in your window or in a pot next to your bed for that healthy moonlight snack.
This place is fun, you can mix your own food oil. Or foot oil? Didn’t quite get the details.
You can always use more oil when eating a slice of pizza.
Veggies: looking good but the prices are silly.
$5 for a box of cherry tomatoes that are not even organic or Danish.
Tapas del Toro:
People in Copenhagen are suckers for red wine and tapas hence the totally crowded corner stall with bar chairs so people can get their drank on and desperately try to make believe they’re on holiday. I really don’t get tapas, it’s oily, salty, lots of dull bread and fatty meat, you never know if the food is old as it already sits there on the bar desk when you order it, possibly having been slowly rotting for days–and also there’s never enough to get you full. I also hate wine. Guess Spain isn’t on my to-do list.
The Chinese Merchant:
Also overpriced like cray cray. $5 for a small block of silk tofu. $9 for a small pack of miso. I miss Tokyo and California and their food prices.
Organic malt drops made on an island in Denmark:
Different French food oils; walnut, hazelnut, olive, some herb, and lemon/garlic.
Peter Jackson called, he wants his Lord of the Rings extras back.
$5.50 cupcake (quite small). Love the Italian Almond flavour though, sweet and crunchy.
Princess Tart (lovely name):
$7.5 a slice. Borderline tacky but with all those boring tapas we need something festive for the gays.
Fun sign for a French chicken themed preserves stall. Made with cut out cork!
They sell lots of different chicken and goose specialties:
No idea what this is. Not eating though, that’s for sure.
They’re also cooking at the spot. Chicken here as well.
LOVE the French beret.
Italian/Turkish(?) themed sweets stall:
I tried their French nougat with cherries – sugar overload, but quite good in small bites.
They also have cake:
Not sure how fresh or homemade it is, but the surface of the pink champagne rosé biscuit one looks deliciously marshmallowish.
Oh look it’s $37 chocolate sushi!
You get 128g of small luxury chocolates along with two sets of hashi, raspberry sauce and small ceramic bowls for the sauce.
This completely non-adorable steel clad ice cream stall caught my eye, for all the wrong reasons.
With 4 choices of toppings!
If there ever were slutty ice cream this would be the one.
So as you can see, lots of fun walking around looking at stuff. It’s not as rustic as a French food hall, as stylish as the one in Harrods, London. Or as hippie trendy as the ones in Berkeley, California. But it’s still better than a discount chain supermarket.
Here’s to hoping it will by time grow into a less cold, less expensive place with more small local vendors doing their thing.
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