(Guest written by Bec and Dan, thanks guys)
The Greede night was fabulous fun. We walked into everyone looking perfectly Greede, Nikki was looking amazing as ever in her Grecian gown, Freddy was wearing a fantastic bright blue Sweede t-shirt. He was like a Swedish Super Man, with all his fitness muscles popping out everywhere. Dani and Alex went to town with full head to toe Swedish outfits, they looked absolutely amazing, especially Dani with her cute little Swedish plaits. We felt a little underdressed in our boring everyday going out clothes.
The night kicked off with some bubbly, (although not very Greek or Swedish I was more than happy to receive them).
The entree of prawns was very yummy, it was beautifully cooked and just the right amount of food to start things off for the evening.
After each course we had to drink Swedish shots and sing Swedish drinking song “Helan Gor” along with shots of Aquavit, which goes a little like this:
‘Helan gor sjung hop for a la la la la ley
Helan gor sjung hop for a la la la la ley
Och den som inte helan tar han inte helle halven for
Helan gor sjung hop for a la la la la ley’
(Basically the song is about drinking the whole shot (“helan går”) and that those who don’t drink up, don’t deserve half a shot either (“inte heller halvan får”)).
- fortunately Freddie had translated in phonetically into English (as our Swedish is just a little rusty!)
I was pretty crap at this, but the more I drank the better I got (well so I thought). My main of Halloumi and roast vegetable stack was absolutely delicious!!! Of course I am a sucker for cheese, so it is easy to butter me up for points that way (cheeky Nikki).
The lamb kleftiko was delicious – more delicious than looks!
The sorbet was a lovely end to the evening and perfectly set, the only problem was we were quite drunk by that point to enjoy it properly.
Nikki did an amazing job as hostess and cook, especially as she hadn’t cooked half the dishes before. Freddy was an excellent host, making sure everyone had done their share of shots.
