Crucially, you’ll never have to stroll for more than a few minutes from the hotel before finding something delicious to eat or drink. Traditionally, tourists have flocked to the more extreme end of Iceland’s dining culture, and if you’re still keen to tuck in to a plate of fermented shark or dried fish, you can still find it at places like Café Loki.

However, if you’re after something a bit more Insta-friendly, you’re spoiled for choice. Top of your list should be Brut, whose windows promise ‘Food and wine… or just wine’. With a list offering bottles ranging from ‘plump and reliable’ through to ‘funky shit’, it’s Hackney energy all the way, although the seafood-heavy menu soon reminds you that you’re only a few kilometres from the ocean.

We loved the snackable North Atlantic shrimps and the note-perfect lemon sole that came swimming in a miso glaze. It’s worth noting before you start that there’s a dessert and cheese trolley because you really don’t want to fill up before tackling that. Note to London: more trolleys, please.

If you’re obsessed with Will Poulter’s episode of The Bear and want to sample some Noma-inspired new-Nordic dining, you could take out a small loan and get on the waiting list for Michelin favourite Dill. Or you could head to chef Gunnar Karl Gíslason’s other restaurant, Tides, which offers a more relaxed, harbourside experience with similarly excellent food. Everything we ate was amazing, but the lobster and langoustine croquettes and lamb fillet with caramelized celeriac puree were next level.

This Nordic capital needs to be the next destination on your foodie holiday hit list