Nor was it a 90 mile an hour helmetless Harley ride, nonetheless it was a feat of daring-do. I had caviar in Oslo. My sister had ordered it, offered me a bite and against my better judgement I took a huge risk and tasted it. And it was lovely. So my last night in Oslo I actually ordered it. To eat. For myself. I don’t recall what the hell I ordered for my main course, although you can see it below, some slow-roasted thing. The Royal Indian Mounted Police had some sort of fish that he boned expertly. To rub my face in the fact that while I was taking a risk eating something that might possibly be fishy, it wasn’t much of one.
