Your night, stop by stop
Mokka-Kaffi
We split a plate of waffles with jam and cream at the oldest café in town, where nothing has changed since the sixties.
Skólavörðustígur
We drift down the rainbow street poking into bookshops and ceramics studios, picking out the ugliest mug we can find for each other.
Reykjavík Roasters
We end with a slow flat white at the little roastery on Kárastígur, the kind of place where the music is always good and nobody rushes you.