Bankeraat is probably the strangest little cafe I’ve found in Copenhagen.
Stuffed animals abound. Louche artist types lounge around reading the thoughtfully provided array of foreign papers, staff sit at the bar smoking and drinking red wine.
This is boho paradise. I expected an improv poetry reading to begin at any moment.
I had nachos and a cappucino and sat next to a stuffed pelican who leaned over and explained that I hadn’t paid the tithe. When I asked what he meant he regurgitated a kipper onto my lap and flew off through the open window.
Not really. It was a herring.
It’s a lovely little place actually. It’s open til midnight and quite close to the centre of town so it’s a great place to start a night. If I lived any nearer I’d make it my local and probably make loads of annoyingly hip friends and grow a one-sided mullet.
Where: Copenhagen K (corner of Nansensgade and Ahlefeldtsgade)