Friday night in Oslo town, the sun is out again after a morning shower. Mr. & Mrs. J come for a quick glass of wine and a bite of cheese while they inspect our flat, and then we walk down by the harbour downtown.

I'd passed the back of Solsiden while walking to the ferry with Little Jacket, and caught a glimpse of some crisp white waiters' shirts and a long airy dining room. We also saw the chefs kicking a football around before the evening's work got properly underway!

The speciality here is its seafood platter, piled high with oysters, scallops, crab, scampi, mussels, prawns and lobster, which Mr. and Mrs. J order and bravely set about demolishing. Mr. Snow and I go for the daily 3-course menu: lightly smoked salmon to start followed by grilled wolffish, then a light and simple vanilla ice cream with strawberries. Service is prompt and unerring (barring a fluffed reservation), if a little on the impersonal side. The verdict on the food: very good, but it had better be considering the prices! What are you actually paying for then?

Given that it's not so far from the boat diesel fumes of the ferry terminal, Solsiden's location is perhaps suprisingly but without a doubt its trump card. These days the sun sets after 10 pm over the sea, and the sliding doors stay open long after. The waves lap almost at your feet, and the ferry to Denmark sets sail around the corner. The sensation is of being on a boat yourself is more than fleeting. That impression is what it's all about, even after we walk rather than sail out, towards home.

1) Leste til masteroppgaven på skolen
2) Drakk min første øl ute på Solsiden etter påsken
3) Lappet sykkeldekket mitt

Resultatet av sykkellappingen var at jeg kunne sykle til skolen i dag, for første gang siden oktober. Lykken varer ikke evig. Jeg syklet nettopp til Valgrinda her på Gløshaugen med min nyreparerte sykkel. Da jeg kom ut fra biblioteket var sykkeldekket punktert igjen, så nå vet jeg neimen ikke om det er jeg som er utrolig dårlig til å lappe sykler eller om det er noen som driver å tuller med hodet mitt.

F.v.: Solsiden, Eivind og Pia blir med på en pils på Solsiden, jeg kan sykle til skolen.