Where else but New York would I attend a Swedish-themed barbecue?
Perhaps Sweden. But until I make it there, my friend's apartment in Queens is a pretty good substitute.
Our host carried the theme to the extreme, with blue and yellow crepe paper and plenty of Ikea goodies. Sure, there was your typical American burger, but Paul managed to Scandinavian-ize even that with a sardine and dill.
The food didn't stop there: Swedish meatballs with lingonberry sauce, herring, crawfish and even Swedish fish. Maybe the latter wasn't *exactly* authentic ...
A stop at the Scandinavian bakery a few blocks from our apartment allowed me to produce a raspberry kringle, a sort of thin coffee cake. It was Danish, but it tasted pretty good anyway.
And to wash it all down: Swedish vodka (for many) and mixed drinks made from Swedish fruit juices (for me).
I learned a lot about Swedish food and a little about Swedish culture. The most important thing I learned: Skol! Cheers!