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“Na zdrowje,” says Michal, lifting his beer glass high. “Na zdrowje,” answers his friend Marek. The two men are on their second beer, but in a bit of a hurry since their wives are waiting for them at home with dinner. They will order their third drink soon.
“What else are we supposed to do here?” asks Michal rhetorically. In the small town of Akranes, just an hour’s drive north of Iceland’s capital, Reykjavik, there are really just two ways to spend an evening: either at home or at the “Mmmueldhus”
