You are now in a your favorite hangout in Reykjavík, my honorary hometown, which of course is Tarfi’s Bar. I am Tarfi, your charming host. Today is the 12th Day of Christmas, which means it’s the day before Þrettándinn, the biggest holiday of the year. Think Christmas and New Year’s Eve combined, but with Elves. Not Santa’s Elves, real Elves. At least that’s what Icelandic people believe.
My guests don’t come to Tarfi’s Bar only to get drunk. They come to sit around a warm, cozy fire, share stories, and get drunk. There is not much to do in Iceland in the winter, so this is how we keep from going completely insane.
Since I am the owner and manager of Tarfi’s Bar, I get to share the most stories. That’s not entirely a bad thing, because I have lived and traveled all over the world and have had a fairly interesting life. I have met some famous people. I even once had dinner with a serial killer. That story is for later.
So please sit back, relax, have a bite of hangikjöt and enjoy the evening. What may I get you to drink?
Although my bar is in Reykjavík, I am not here often. Most of the time I am in a far less interesting, but equally beautiful and very cold city known as Ithaca, New York.