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<\/a>I grew up in a medium sized city (250,000) that was pretty ethnically diverse at the time. At least \u201cEuro-diverse\u201d largely because the first generation of settlers hadn’t died off yet.<\/p>\nJudging from the telephone book, there were a lot of Norwegians, Finns, and Swedes. Finns seemed to be the most notable, there were food and clothing stores that identified with that market.<\/p>\n
As an \u201cunwoke\u201d child growing up in the 50s and 60s, I was acutely aware of people of these origins, and that at least one segment was subject to constant ridicule with \u201cFin-lander jokes.\u201d \u201cHow many Finns does it take…\u201d and so on.<\/p>\n
Are Finns on the \u201cbottom of the Scandinavian ladder?\u201d Beats me, and I’ve traveled that part of the world.<\/p>\n
Other ethnic groups? I’d hear adults (not in my family, tho) talk about the number of Jewish people in the city (650, one synagogue they said), and the single black family who moved into our part of the city (and was treated horribly) after retiring from the local airbase.<\/p>\n
I didn’t personally know any Norwegians until college, when I went to a kind of Norse-centric institute of higher learning. I learned how to drink beer with one Norwegian guy. I had drunken clumsy sex with one Norwegian woman. (Consensual! Ask her!) Damn she was lovely. Is to this day.<\/p>\n
So I find myself in Rockford, IL last week, also a place with a Scandinavian or ten, I thought I’d opt for a new restaurant called \u201cThe Norwegian<\/a>.\u201d<\/p>\n They offered a refreshing selection of breakfast dishes with top quality ingredients. (Menu below – click on to enlarge).<\/p>\n I went with the \u201cCroque Madame\u201d (French) curiously not a Norwegian dish at all, but nicely done with house-baked, coarse toasted bread, some variety of quality, thin-sliced ham (Danish?), melted Jarlsberg cheese (that’s Norwegian), a generous dollop of Bechamel sauce (also French) and a soft boiled egg perched atop the sandwich. (No idea on the ethnic origin of soft boiled eggs…..Chinese?)<\/p>\n There was a fistful of some unidentifiable (by me) greens along side.\u00a0 The plate was delicious. As was their espresso.<\/p>\n All attended to by the most joyful server I think I have ever encountered, despite having been in restaurants of all price ranges in 65 countries. According to the receipt, her name is apparently \u201cWeekend B.\u201d<\/p>\n Although the joint seemed to have plenty of help, kinda seemed to me like she was a bit overworked, she was handling the full bar, both diners and drinkers. With aplomb. And a million dollar smile.<\/p>\n Open for breakfast and lunch, Tues-Sun, and apparently, unless I’m reading it wrong, Thursday afternoon happy hour.\u00a0 Cozy atmosphere. Apparently live music at times.<\/p>\n You should check it out if you’re in Rockford. It was jammed on a Saturday morning, but table turnover was pretty fast. Two entrees, three drinks, around $34.\u00a0 Parking in rear. Front facing signage is pretty minimal, so keep your eyes peeled.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n<\/a>