There’s a Swedish restaurant a couple blocks from our house that the Snook and I have been meaning to try out. It’s called kök. (Their front window explains that it’s pronounced shirk.) As you can imagine, we’ve been making jokes about the place for weeks. Every time we tried to get in, though, they were closed. We headed up there again on Friday only to discover that it’s been turned into an Italian cafe (with no amusing name). I’m very disappointed.