föstudagur, október 27, 2006

nonnabiti

I have a confession to make. Ever since back in '02 when I was but a lowly kennitölulaus tourist, I have celebrated the submarine sandwiches at Hlölla-Bátar without a second thought. I was like a card-carrying member of the Christian Coalition and Hlölli was my Republican Party. I simply latched on, no questions asked. Hlölli, with his special Hlölli sauce, made the finest sandwiches in the world, bar none. I was a man who had found Sandwich Jesus, and my credit card statement bears witness to many many an (early) Sunday-morning offering.

I really didn't even realize that there was any competition for Hlölli and his sacred Pinnabátur (Pin Boat) sandwich, until my friend Gabriel asked one night, "Are you a Hlölli or a Nonni guy?"

"Hlölli!" I answered, without a thought. (I Believed, after all.) But that got me to wondering: Who was this Nonni? I had noticed the store a few times, in passing only, but dismissed it out of hand as just another downtown sjoppa. Nonni's place is a little bit out of the way, after all, tucked away there on Hafnarstræti away from the bright-lights-big-city neon of Ingólfstorg. I had never even considered the possibility that Hlölli could have a real competitor, so never gave the Nonnabiti shop a second glance.

So, after the Deco gig last night, I was really curious to try Nonnabiti but also eager to reaffirm my belief in Hlölli's unquestioned superiority. We walked up the steps and into the warm, bright space and that was the first thing that struck me. Unlike the paper-strewn chaos of Hlölli's waiting area, Nonni had a nice place to hang out and eat, with some tables and newspapers. It could maybe even be called cozy. "Ah, but the food can't match the Hlölli magic," I thought.

Nonni seemed to have a slightly narrower range of sandwich options, and he's also a little less tourist-focused (English translations of the desktop-published menu were posted off by the door, as an afterthought). In a downtown that seems to be increasingly set up for the convenience of British and American tourists, this was a tad refreshing. Up at the counter, I could see through the glass to the fixin's and they did seem to be fresher and with more variety. I was intrigued.

So I decided the best way to resolve the issue would be to deliberately benchmark my Pinnabátur fave at Hlölli against the nearest Nonni equivalent. So I ordered the Lambabátur (lamb-boat), thus setting one epic Reykjavík lambwich against the other. The order-taker was friendly and unharried and didn't display any of the trademark Hlölli gruffness. I sat down and read Morgunblaðið headlines and waited. The sandwich seemed to take a little longer to prepare, but maybe that was just the anticipation.

When I took delivery, the Lambabátur was wrapped in already-greasy paper and in the Nonni paper bag. It came with fresh lettuce and crunchy pickles and toasty bread. But it wasn't until I bit into that crispy-fried pile of thin-sliced lamb that I was converted. There was more lamb than Hlölli and it was cooked to perfection, with crispy bacon-like edges. The whole sandwich together was a masterwork. Nonni, you are the new frelsari. I have seen the Light, and tomorrow stands bright before me.

8 Comments:

Blogger AS said...

Ekki leggja nafn guðs við hégóma

27.10.06  
Blogger JB said...

OK, AS, but I don't believe I took the Lord's name in vain. After all, I had nothing but praise for the Good Lord Our God, Nonni.

27.10.06  
Blogger Little Miss Loopy said...

Duh, everybody knows that Nonni is way better!

28.10.06  
Blogger KÍB said...

Be sure to try the hamborgari at Nonni, not as high profile as the bátar but in my opinion the second best burger in town!

Nobody beats Vitabar when it comes to hanmburgers.

Kveðjur frá höfuðstöðvunum,
Sindri

28.10.06  
Blogger Hestakaup! said...

Jared,
I laughed so hard I almost fell off my horse! This is one of your best. But Hlðlli's spot off the highway has always been so handy! Now I'll have to venture downtown. Keep 'em coming.
Kv Stan

29.10.06  
Blogger Erik said...

I disagree. I think Hlolli is better than Nonni. Also, Nonnabiti seems to be filled with the rudest Icelanders I've ever met at night.

29.10.06  
Blogger JB said...

Audi: You never told me.

KÍBby: OK, will do. I do dig the burgers at Vitabar. But I have found that a little Vitabar/Búllan sambland is good for the soul. I try to alternate.

Stan: Are you referring to some other Hlölli? Some suburban Hlölli? I had heard about these mysterious places called the Reykjavík suburbs.

Erik: I dunno, Hlölli has some pretty rude Icelanders on a weekend night. Come to think of it, after the turning point, there are a lot of rude Icelanders everywhere downtown.

30.10.06  
Blogger Sam said...

I hope I was the one serving you the Lambabátur. At least I remember you as a regular :)
--
As to the accusation of rudness, I think both us at Nonnabiti and Hlölli have been known to be just as straight forward as the customers, while I am sure we at Nonnabiti were more personal about it ;)
--
Sitting in my flat in Tokyo writing an article for my website www.samrag.com, I can't but miss Nonnabiti. A whole year without Pepparonibátur is simply too much!

14.1.10  

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