We had read about the meatpacking district in a magazine before. It was tipped as one of the upcoming places-to-be in Copenhagen. So there we went, keeping up our image of relevant cityhoppers, eager to examine the city's vivid heartbeat.
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The Meat City (Kødbyen) breathed a unique atmosphere at night. The place looked slightly desolate, with only the robust signage and sleeping trucks to remind us of its daytime purposes: in most of its buildings, carcasses are still being processed and traded. Now they looked quiet and even pretty in their own white-and-blue modernist way.
Some of them were still buzzing with activity: restaurants, galleries and clubs did their very best to lift the site to a higher level. For a moment, a yellow-lit wrestling club had us flashed back to a reality of flesh and bones.
But then we saw Mother at the other side of the street. A mother will make you feel home in the strangest places, right? Definitely when it's an Italian mamma type, who knows you by name and serves excellent pizzas on a bed of general coziness. Yes, I could follow their strategy.
And it must be said, the place quite lived up to its promise. Mother is a lively and affordable Italian restaurant where pizza dough is tossed and stretched in front of your eyes. Although the owner is not a mamma, he does speak Italian and remembers your name. The pizza is good value. And in front of your nose you will find an idea so self-evident that I wondered why I hadn't seen it before: no flower arrangement there, but a plain basil plant, functional and fragrant.
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