Denmark Day 2 – a trip up the coast to Bakken, the world’s oldest amusement park. Back in 1583, just before craft beer was invented, when the major amusement was the beating of critical pub bloggers, often called Simon.
On the way we stopped at Hellerup for Experimentum, and to admire the original Tuborg plant, now replaced with craft bakeries and street art.
The Danish do science museums and Danish pastries better than they do street art.
The statue above is clearly a warning against eating insufficient cake. Consumption of bread products, and beer, are admirable Danish qualities.
As is the provision of public toilets, for gentlemen at least.
In an act of foolishness, we gave our boys £30 each and two hours to spend it while we set off to explore Copenhagen culture at Bakken.
Yes, the “English Pub”, with typical English beers at entertaining prices.
Yes, the entire Old Tom range, yours for £8.50. Even Mrs RM wasn’t biting.
We trudged on, about to give in to Tuborg’s call when I noticed the Budweiser sign in a little cave selling ice cream under the rollercoaster.
A little cave outdoing the Lord Nelson for beer range and overall weirdness.
Ignoring the prices, we tucked in to some Ugly Duck and, yes, Mikkeller.
Our £30 went faster than our lads’ pot went on churros and the wooden rollercoaster whizzing over our heads.
“You have the best beer in Bakken” I offered, in my slowest English.
“In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is King” said Mr Crafty.
He also paid a compliment that translated as “You’re a flash English prat, paying £8 for a Mikkeler beer you’re not worthy of”.
We were joined by boisterous Danish gentlefolk, a feature of Bakken, the go-to place for coach parties and the closest you’ll get to Blackpool Pleasure Beach.
The coach parties were all on the Royal Pale and chips with mayo, a funfair treat to take your mind off the fact you’d spent £100 on fun. It would only get worse.