ICELAND.
Iceland is like the last page of the world, quiet, defiant, and a little surreal. It’s like nature dreamed it up in a fever. The landscape doesn’t ask for your admiration; it demands your surrender. Lava fields stretch like broken skin under low, moody skies. Waterfalls hurl themselves off cliffs with reckless grace. The land of fire and ice. Reykjavik hums with a uniquely Nordic cool - coffee strong enough to raise the dead, bars that don’t know when to close, and a street food scene that is no frills and unapologetically satisfying. Iceland is breathtaking, and once it gets under your skin, good luck shaking it loose.
Dill in Reykjavik isn’t just a restaurant, it’s a quiet revolution disguised as dinner. This place doesn’t scream for attention; it whispers, confidently, like a chef who knows exactly what they’re doing and doesn’t need your approval. You sit down and they serve you Iceland itself - moss, sea, smoke, stripped down, rebuilt, and turned into something beautiful and strange. It’s fine dining without the stiff white tablecloth. Every bite reminds you where you are: at the edge of the world.
Why we liked it: After a long day lounging in the Sky Lagoon, this was the perfect end to the perfect day. Weird, wonderful and delicious.
EAT.
Mat Bar in Reykjavik feels like that laid-back friend who knows how to throw a quiet but perfect party. The drinks here aren’t trying to reinvent the wheel - they’re simple, sharp, and dangerously easy to love. A Negroni, bitter and cold like the North Atlantic itself. A crisp spritz that feels like sunlight cracking through the endless grey. Cocktails that don’t mess around - no smoke, no mirrors, just well balanced drinks and very friendly service.
Why we liked it: Cosy, comfortable and strikingly local. Cool enough to make it feel like a night out, but cosy enough to make you feel comfortable.
DRINK.
DISCOVER.
Get out of the city and head to the Snæfellsnes Peninsula. Iceland without the filter: raw and untamed. Jagged black lava fields, moss that’s older than most countries, beaches made of black sand where the wind howls and waves crash. You can’t miss Kirkjufell, the perfectly shaped mountain rising out of the landscape like something out of a fairy tale - a little cliché maybe, but it’s worth the journey to see this alone.
Out here, under the watchful eye of the Snæfellsjökull glacier - mystical and looming, you feel small, humbled, and wildly alive.
Why we liked it: Off the beaten track. Like going North of the wall in Game of Thrones. Absolutely unreal.
