Halal hotdogs

Looking for the future? Come to Copenhagen. Come up here just north of the lakes to Nørrebro where the rents are some of the highest in the city. I went shopping this morning. Looking for a nice leg of lamb. Where does one go? To the halal butcher of course. The sign on the door is the future. We close between 1330-1430 on Fridays. I don't know how long these two Moraccan-Danes have lived here, but their Danish tells me it's been a good while. Wednesday morning the KLM stewardesses woke us at 715. The tailwinds had been kind to us. We had left Minneapolis only five and one half hours previous and were sixty minutes from landing in Amsterdam. The service schedule showed the passengers needed to be fed, so hungry or not we were fed. The warm foil wrapped sandwich was something indescribable. The young man seated next to me, busy taking photos of the sunrise over Scotland, surprised the stewardess with his question. "Is there pork in this?" "Sorry, I'm not sure, I'll have to ask." Off to the front galley to ask the purser. "No, no pork, it's all beef." I had lost my appetite. Denmark is pork paradise. There used to be a real hot dog stand on every street corner. While when one arrives home in Holland one needs to eat some patat to be truly home, in Denmark one needs to visit the corner pølsevogn. Consider what a freshly arrived family member of a second or third generation Dane must think when he/she arrives in Copenhagen and sees the locals standing on the street chewing on a chewy red Danish pølse. What could be more disgusting? The future is found here in Nørrebro. It's the halal hot dog stand, pork-free of course.