If You Can Be Vegetarian in Iceland, You Can Be Vegetarian Anywhere
Is being vegetarian in the land of rotten shark and edible puffin (as opposed to inedible puffin, which I consider all puffins, the cutest animals ever) a total contradiction? My best friend Piper and I recently ventured to Iceland to get lost in the land of fire and ice. Piper is vegetarian and I eat a lot of vegan food because I’m dairy free, so we approached our trip optimistically looking for vegan and vegetarian options at every opportunity. In a land where natural vegetation is rare to say the least (picture endless empty country fields and acres of lava rock) and a hot dog is the national food, we were afraid vegetables would be not only sparse, but expensive.
We found that this was not necessarily untrue—all food was expensive in Iceland, even outside of Reykjavik, but at least vegetarian food seemed to be a few thousand kronur less. Many restaurants had one vegetarian item. The Backpackers Hostel in Akureyi proffered a serviceable red pepper and spinach veggie burger with lime-honey sauce, especially when served up with a pint and a cookie for dessert.
Other restaurants in Iceland without explicit vegetarian menus were accommodating. They could do a plain cheese (for Piper) or marinara with veggies (for me) pizza. Or, at a lovely small harbor-side fish restaurant, where nothing on the menu was vegetarian, they happily made a salad full of veggies and nuts for us.
In Husavik, we found the main restaurant near the whale-watching companies offered an Asian menu with vegetarian stir-fries, which was a welcome change after a week and a half of mostly marinara or cheese pizza, french fries and salad.
In hostels, guesthouses and Airbnb rentals, we were able to fare heartily and well. We visited Bonus and other grocery stores, purchasing chickpeas, pasta, veggies and sauces. At our cabin in Brimnes, we made a delicious chickpea stir-fry with leftover dried herbs another guest had left behind. We lit candles and had a very pleasant dinner, then hopped into the cabin’s outdoor hot tub with frosty beers and relaxed the evening away watching birds fishing on the stream.
Where we least expected it, we found gold. We pulled in after a long (and I mean long—those fjords take forever to circumnavigate!) drive around the fjords to Siglufjordur, and followed our noses to a workman’s cafe. When we walked in, the cafe seemed to come to a screeching halt as the 40 or so fishermen and construction workers looked up in surprise at the blue-haired gal and the Asian gal, clearly out of place.
There, in this cozy, beautiful tavern, we found a warm welcoming host and a veggie quiche made with broccoli, onions, mushrooms and carrots. Were there vegetarian fishers?