Run, do not walk. There is a cute little ice cream shop in the Nyhavn neighborhood of Copenhagen. I do not know what kind of magic they sprinkle into their ice cream, but it was the best I’ve ever had.
It could have been situational, seeing as my first 6 hours in the city I spent wandering around in the pouring rain looking like a drowned rat. It could have been my not as bad as I thought snooze in a hostel as an “am I too old to stay in these?” adult. But honestly, judging from the line as I waited, I don’t think it was a fluke.
I still think about that ice cream frequently. I think I’m due for a trip back to Copenhagen. Who wants to join?!