Benny is no more. Don’t worry. He’s not dead (at least I hope not), but the place that was named after this man whose name was not actually Benny, has now changed. Not beyond all recognition, but enough.
It doesn’t do pizzas. Even though the post-Benny pizzas were never as good, nor the place as nice to visit, they were pizzas. Now it is tea and coffee, sandwiches, cake and savoury pies. The place has been spruced up (but they are still intending to close for the next four weeks to decorate…), and it is selling souvenirs. Seasidey things, and hoodies and t-shirts with the [now] correct latitude/longitude printed on them.
We had been forbidden by Daughter to visit without her, but when I saw on Facebook this morning that it was today or not at all, we were given reluctant permission to go. So we had a tea and a coffee where we used to have pizza.
This closing your business is clearly a Swedish thing. 17 years ago we noticed Benny’s was being done up, but with an opening date just after we’d gone home. And when we returned at the end of the summer, he’d gone on holiday and it was already closed. I think we are doomed as far as this geographical spot is concerned. If and when we come again this year, they are bound to have closed. Again.
But they accepted my old, almost extinct, 50 kronor note as payment, which was generous of them.
And we’ll be back. Next summer, or perhaps the year after, depending on how our dates coincide. We weren’t hungry enough to eat anything, which is why there is no report on how good anything tasted. It looked nice and tasty.