It was an absolutely freezing February winters night in Helsinki. We were just done with a bit of wine and walking around, completely frozen from - 27C temperatures. We were told that this was the place to go from the New York Times travel edition.
My partner's from England, I'm a trifecta-mutt. We don't speak Finnish whatsoever. Either way, we make our way, somewhat hungry and somewhat daring. We walk up to this completely unassuming stainless steel hut. No where does it say it's called Jaskan Grilli and of course, we nearly missed it. Hordes of people drove up to it as we were walking up to it.
Armed with poor 3G reception, Google Translate, a completely Finnish menu and a seemingly stoic Vietnamese lady manning the counter, we roll up. We spent a half an hour in the butt-freezing cold trying to figure out what's what on the menu. In a leap of faith, we order something. God, it was so long ago, I don't even remembered what we ordered.
As an exiled American'ish-Singaporean, I wanted to sink my teeth into crappy grilled grub. And this was heaven where that was concerned. I don't think I would EVER come here in the summer, but it was PERFECT for the winter. That being said, I loved the Grilli and the experience I had with it. I don't care what the other Finnish and Swedish guy said that gave this place a 1*, but the Jaskan will always have a place in my heart when I go to Helsinki. read more