As the ladies congregate around the pic-nick tables in the park, delighted at the asparagus, one asks the other: "Have you seen Henrik?"
And there, on the horizon, we see a horde of men, decked out for a BBQ-battle. They have their thongs, their grill lids, their leather aprons and they are demanding gøl on the grill! Our modern-day Vikings invade the grilling spot, with the battle cry gøøøøøøøøøøøl.
