Copenhagen is home to some of the best restaurants in the world, and the winning formula is regional cooking, using locally grown produce. Obviously they don't shop where the mere mortals do because our choices up until now have primarily been limited, and controlled by a few supermarket chains. I always wondered where they got the good stuff, and who I would have to... eh, buy a cup of coffee to get my hands on some. And then I discovered Din Baghave (Your Back Garden), a chain of small shops buying directly from the best farmers. The shop on Tullinsgade (on Vesterbro) is a small two room basement, of which the back room is refrigerated to keep the veggies happy. And from the look of them, they are.
Despite the size of the place, there is almost too much to take in, in just one visit: vegetables, fruit, honey, homemade vinegars, whole grain for grinding on the spot (like coffee) and fresh herbs. But what really blew my mind were the eggs. I would never knowingly buy eggs from unhappy chicken, if I can't afford the good ones, I would rather go without. But I don't think I ever tasted eggs from deliriously happy and apple fed chicken before. What a difference, from the taste (not apple, just... rich), to the shell, harder and more varied in size and shape. And I love the story behind it: at an apple orchard they had trouble with the fallen fruit rotting on the ground faster than they could pick it up. So they got chicken to do the job, problem solved. As a bonus they got a production of eggs. And as if that was not enough, the apple trees have never been happier, with the chickens contributing to the soil (if you know what I mean). Have you ever heard of so many wins in one?
Since my first visit the
procrastinator perfectionist in me wanted to wait until I got even more yummy pictures for this post, and as a result the Monocle beat me to it, naming Din Baghave one of their five favorite grocery shops in the world. As a consolation (yes, it is all about me, haha) the Baghave lady offered me an onion flower to sprinkle on my eggs on rye. My first onion flower: