Before I’d even boarded my plane to Oslo last month for an extended disc golf vacation, I was sure that Swedish crawfish would rate as the best thing I ate in Scandinavia.
I started thinking about Swedish crawfish years before I knew I’d visit the country, thanks to Brett Martin’s essay, “Crayfish Culture,” published in 2021 by Stranger’s Guide. Martin described the annual frenzy of sunshine and schnapps so winningly that I was persuaded kräftskiva, or crayfish parties, represented the global pinnacle of food-and-drink culture.