Copenhagen, Day one. (13th of June 07)

After a wee spot of brunch in the airport, ( I mean 'wee' in my case as the panini I bought, far from being 'mozzarella and sun dried tomato' was actually mozzarella, sun dried tomato, olives and green, so I only had about a quarter of it that happened to be unaffected) we got on our plane to Copenhagen. Even though SAS are a 'partner' of BMI they obviously don't operate the same was as there was no food on board, unless we wanted to pay extra.
Old hands at Copenhagen airport, we found the train quite easily and got some tickets to the city. We arrived on time and walked the short distance to what would be our hotel for the next two days. Booked in, stuff dumped in the room - a rather odd shaped affair, and made our way back to the familiar streets of Copenhagen.
We headed straight for the Hard Rock Cafe, as by now it was about 7 and I had hardly eaten all day so could have eaten a scabby wean. The table would take about 20 minutes, so we had a beer each - Suzanne had lager and I tried some Carlsberg 'Ale' which was a little darker than lager, but still not the best pint in the world. And the round costing about £8 or so (880DKK) took a bit of the pleasure away.
We buzzed, and settled down at a table near the door - near where we had been the year before, and prepared to order. Both of us independently ordering the same thing, but me asking for a side of more fries, such was my need for sustenance. The food arrived and I scoffed down my chips possibly before Suzanne had lifted her cutlery off the table. Then I noticed it...him...dubbed 'Gregor the heavy-metal greenfly', he was wandering around my plate like it was his piece of lettuce. (It probably was). Our server 'Gretchen', possibly, or perhaps not, was speechless at my find, but took my plate away and promised a fresh meal. In the meantime I scoffed most of the side order too until the new plate was delivered, with more apologies.
Definitely stuffed by the end of it we took a stroll up one of the main shopping streets all the way to the French Embassy at Nyhavn, stopping on the way up to enjoy some street performance from a guy who disappeared into a big balloon, and on the way back to the hotel at the 7/11 for some chocolate. We arrived back in the room about 10 or so and planned to get up early to beat the rush for the showers and breakfast.