Just past San Luis Obispo and down into Santa Ynez Valley lays the small town of Solvang. This little Danish haven is the destination number one in our weekend getaway. We hopped in a rental car Friday afternoon with our friends and fellow NYC ex pats Nina and Mike and made our way through the mad rush of weekenders racing the sun to reach their holiday destinations.
Our home for the night was The Landsby. The contemporary design of the hotel was evocative of the Scandinavian home design trends you’d probably see in actual Copenhagen – that being said the rest of the town reads more like a very cozy and kitschy Danish bed and breakfast (with lots of pancake donuts and cuckoo clocks). We swooned for the Rachel Brown Art llama and ostrich paintings that lined the rooms. Below a few snaps of our room and the downstairs area in the morning.
We wandered a bit downtown as we waited for a table at Paula’s Pancake House. Ben couldn’t wait any longer and we shared a pastry from Olsen’s Danish Village Bakery & Coffee Shop. After some more exploring we finally made it to our table. Once there, it was a no brainer to order up some Danish pancakes and sausages. In what would be an inevitably throughout the weekend and is generally a trend in our trips – we over ordered.
After brunch we walked around town, stopping at a few places, did not buy a cuckoo clock. Although we were too full I still recommend swinging into a few bakeries along the way just to peek in. We also made sure to stop by Ingeborg’s Danish chocolates and Solvang Restaurant (home of their very famous Aebelskivers). I should also warn you there seems to be a trend of plastic tubs filled with cookies. If you think to yourself at the first stop “ohmygod. I must buy this tub of cookies, what if I don’t see a tub for sale of cookies ever again” you should then stop and think you can walk 100 ft and have the same internal struggle. I assume this is where the hashtag #struggleplates was born.
At this time we really had to get on the road but with the plethora of wine tasting rooms we couldn’t help ourselves. So down we sat at the Wandering Dog Wine Bar and had ourselves a flight while we got ready for another little four hour drive.
On the road again! We stopped by the Madonna Inn, bought some overpriced water and one single peanut butter cookie. Took a quick potty break in which an elderly woman informed Nina and I we should go find our boyfriends so they could escort us to the men’s room where there was supposedly a water fall. Ben dismissed it as a water pump and we were denied the joy of ever finding out the truth. Anyways, we made it to Big Sur and our new home for the night Big Sur River Inn.