How I missed eating the 'BEST' cake of the world at Lagkagehuset!

As we crossed one of the canals and Cansu stopped us in our tracks and showed us a bakery which apparently had the best cakes in the whole world - Lagkagehuset. Trish, Christy and I looked rather apprehensively at her, but Cansu wouldn't hear another word. In the next few minutes she described to us this 'best' cake of the world, and we were all hypnotized by her rather appetizing description. Over the next few hours we walked around the lovely Copenhagen neighborhoods, especially Christiania, which is where we also ate our dinner. But my mind was actually preoccupied with thoughts of this magical cake.

The street often seen on all Copenhagen postcards...

The famous cake shop - Lagkagehuset

Walking trough one of the cool buildings of Christiania...

The next morning when I reached Copenhagen airport on way to London, this was the only thing I wanted. Fortunately I found the shop pretty easily, but had to go ahead empty handed as the 'best' cake comes to the shop, rather pompishly like the British monarchy, only at eight. I was given two options - wait for the monarch cake and miss the flight, or leave without eating the 'best' cake in the whole world. After going through quite a bit of internal anguish and external intense deliberations, I decided to visit Copenhagen another time to eat this nearly mythical cake.

Cold and raining Copenhagen in the morning...

With a boring Starbucks coffee and muffin in hand, I walked a long way in an almost empty airport and reached my boarding gate. It was warm inside (obviously), but rainy and cold outside, just like the past week. This was going to be my first visit to UK, but the flight was absolutely uneventful. I was happy to be offered a croissant as I was hungry again in the flight, but it turned out to be bacon croissant a colossal disaster as I didn't get any food till after noon that day.

I slept through most of this rather short flight (apart from the croissant-disaster-break) and didn't even speak a word to my neighbours. In fact no one around spoke any word to anyone else, and the only sound was that of the flight attendants.

Lovely sky just before we landed in London...

Belying all expectations, Heathrow welcomed this hungry Indian guy with some lovely weather and hopes of food.

Pro tip: If you are in Copenhagen, and have an extra day or two, do consider a visit to the quaint little town Roskilde. I haven't been there, but my friend Lakshmi has, and you are read her guide here: Things to do in Roskilde!

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This is part of my series 'Boring Travel Tales', where I will recount all the mundane things that happen when I am moving through cities, countries and continents. Some of these could be inspiring, while others could be depressing as I have simply no control over who happens on these exciting (or not) trips :)


Read some of the other stories below:
That time when we wicked Cola off our bodies...
He sang by the window, while his son Snored...