I learnt to love running by doing it around Södermalm. Every other day, leave home, go along Götgatan, downstairs in Skanstull and to the right. Because I run clockwise and my runda starts with observing the people who enjoy a cold bear and grill their dinner, in the lovely light of our summer nights.
You can only get there by riding a vintage bike without brakes or walking in your hastbeens. Remember to wear glasses and a moustache, even if you don’t need them at all.
The open grill at the back is self-service, very Swede, as everything else. Still, it has some sort of magic aura, that maybe just the semi-locals appreciate.
With such a mannequin welcoming you at the entrance… Anybody could say no!