Sunday, 13 July 2008


I know, from the sublime to the ridiculous, but it still counts-Ikea is Swedish and thus, merits a red spot on the 'aroundtheworldin80dinners' map. Aware of the impending end of the Ikea summer sale, Jenny, Lucia and I took ourselves off to Aston-under-Lyne for late night knick-knack shopping and some tea. We made a hearty selection of salads, potatoes and of course, meatballs which proved to be surprisingly cheap, cheerful and tasty.

While I finished mine, Jenny and Lucia amused themselves with an ingenious game of 'cats cradle' using Swedish liquorice laces.

Given that the centres of our towns and cities on any Friday night are a sea of binge drinking, vomit and death by kniving, Ikea provided a safe haven where we could shop till we drop and sterotype other shoppers without fear (note:avoid the kitchen dept while sterotyping in case of culture-putdown rage in the vicinity of readily available knives). Tummies full and with bags of sale priced goodies, we went home singing Ikea-themed show tunes-'She'll be coming on a meatball when she comes', 'I could have shopped all night' and who could forget, 'I just met a shop called Ikea'.


Jenny said...

Lucia is taking the whole thing very seriously indeed! And the green really brightens up the plate; clearly you knew what you were doing with that side salad :)

robert hamilton said...

Thank you, Jenny, you are a wise and astutue observer, and thank you for a great night :)

Katie said...

Ikeas meatballs are great... even though at the price they charge you know deep down they are proably very wrong!


Bob said...

Ikea! There is still hope for you yet. Thought we'd lost you for a minute, but no! That's what I like to see, a stalwart of gastronomy showing them all the way.Leading from the front and all that.
You're nuts you. X