Viking Feast

A whole wild boar hangs from the ceiling of a small hunting lodge. Fully smoked. Tender. Ready. Candles burn, the wood stove has been lit all day, and the room smells of fire, tar, and smoke. It’s tight on purpose. Stories and laughter fill the table. No frills. You carve your own meat with a knife. Beer, bread, and sauce. Nothing else. This is not fine dining. It’s a feast—raw, simple, and honest.