-Auntie, it smells like poo in here.
Bringing my 10 year old niece to a store filled with cheese may not have been the wisest choice I've ever made.
This little home town of mine may not have much to brag with as far as shopping goes, but if you walk yourself over to the older parts of town, at the bottom of the hill where the cathedral overlooks all the nearby villages - the Cheese Shop is the one not to miss. This survivor of the fallen speciality stores is a treat and something way beyond the Tesco like stores on offer as an alternative.
At least this is what I'm told by random cabbies, waiters, guys behind me in loo queues and train conductors I have run into across Sweden. Apparently people will actually go a long way to visit this cheese haven. So imagine the embarrassment when I have to tell these people that I have never once shopped there once in the 19 years I spent in town.
In my defence, I am not from a foodie background. It was on offer Gouda or Edam that sat in our fridge - even Cheddar was met with suspicion. On the rare occasions my father was allowed to treat himself to some Danish Havarti cheese it had to live on the terrace because no one else in the family could handle the smell. So no, it is safe to say that growing up, I did not shop at the Cheese Shop.
Luckily, I'm a cheese convert. And I like them properly stinky, the smellier the better if you ask me.
Seeing as my Kindergarten Bestie and her boyfriend had just moved into their flat - or castle as it would be classified in London - and I had a house warming dinner to attend, what better way to say 'sweet digs' than with a basket of cheese?
After having a lovely brunch date with the eldest niece, we nipped into this adorable little shop on the cobbled streets right by the one and only park in town.
Whilst the niece was less than impressed, I loved this place instantly. Cheese and more cheese everywhere you looked and where the cheese came to an end there were things to put on the cheese and drink with the cheese on shelves from floor to ceiling. It also looks like I'd imagine it did in 1934 back when it was first founded and it has the loveliest staff I've come across in a very long time - which in Sweden is a rare thing. Plus the nice man behind the counter let me try loads of cheese. That obviously helped winning me over!
So for those of you, who will randomly end up in my hometown of Strängnäs one of these days - go visit the Cheese Shop. You won't regret it unless you're struggling with lactose.
In my defence, I am not from a foodie background. It was on offer Gouda or Edam that sat in our fridge - even Cheddar was met with suspicion. On the rare occasions my father was allowed to treat himself to some Danish Havarti cheese it had to live on the terrace because no one else in the family could handle the smell. So no, it is safe to say that growing up, I did not shop at the Cheese Shop.
Luckily, I'm a cheese convert. And I like them properly stinky, the smellier the better if you ask me.
Seeing as my Kindergarten Bestie and her boyfriend had just moved into their flat - or castle as it would be classified in London - and I had a house warming dinner to attend, what better way to say 'sweet digs' than with a basket of cheese?
After having a lovely brunch date with the eldest niece, we nipped into this adorable little shop on the cobbled streets right by the one and only park in town.
Whilst the niece was less than impressed, I loved this place instantly. Cheese and more cheese everywhere you looked and where the cheese came to an end there were things to put on the cheese and drink with the cheese on shelves from floor to ceiling. It also looks like I'd imagine it did in 1934 back when it was first founded and it has the loveliest staff I've come across in a very long time - which in Sweden is a rare thing. Plus the nice man behind the counter let me try loads of cheese. That obviously helped winning me over!
So for those of you, who will randomly end up in my hometown of Strängnäs one of these days - go visit the Cheese Shop. You won't regret it unless you're struggling with lactose.
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