A A Gill, an English food journalist (I think?), visits Stockholm. It’s a very funny article, also quite scathing, which is perhaps one of the reasons why it’s so funny. (Its title says it all: ‘The stuff was vile, thoughtless, spiced and seasoned by a careless troll’.) I thought you’d enjoy this passage in particular; it’s about Mistral, a rather famous restaurant committed to biodynamics.
Mistral is a southern wind that’s supposed to drive you mad. Mistral the restaurant does. […] Our table was decorated with the sort of things that solitary children who worry their parents pick up; old corks, bits of rotten pumpkin, bones and shells. It could have been evidence for a Nordic murder mystery. The food, the cook-waiter told us, was bio-dynamic, and a surprise. Bio-dynamism is, he said, the spirituality of food. More like a religion than catering. The ingredients were grown by a very old man who delivered them in a very, very old van. I suspect he also guards a secret well, speaks in rhymes and spins straw into gold. […] As dinner, it was pretty disastrous, as comic theatre of the absurd, it was a triumph.