I really enjoyed the hike and decided to treat myself with great food that evening. The dish from GOTT was tasteful – savory fish with refreshing citrus harmoniously tickled my taste buds. The key was blending right amounts of discrete ingredients. For instance, mixing fish with pomegranate, spinach, and undercooked celery provided contrasting flavors (savory fish was balanced with acidic pomegranate and the “irony” taste of spinach) and textures. Good, but in my opinion, the dish just tried too hard. I knew what the chef intended, but it didn’t feel quite complete. It was as if an insecure man went out on a dinner date in his only Armani suit, hoping the garment would hide his unraveling social anxieties and deep insecurities. Reminded me of my younger self – the only difference would have been I had no Armani suit, just clothes from Gap I got as a Christmas gift. Who knew the dish from a remote island would revive the memories from my high school days. I had a sip of wine and took solace in knowing that I have grown much since my adolescent years. I still have many insecurities, but man… I just don’t give a rat’s furry behind about hiding them. Before I returned to the hostel, I bought a bottle of wine for the nice elderly Icelandic diners who sat next to me. I did so anonymously, but the waitress announced the gift before I exited the premise. Surprised and embarassed, I awkwardly rolled my hand like a conductor; cringe but all was well.