My being Swiss, I have had very little to do with Lutefisk.
My dad always gagged at the thought of it. As a little boy, he used to have to boil fish to feed the hogs. He said the smell of the steam hitting you in the face, as you lifted the lid, was the same smell that hit you when entering a church during a Lutefisk feed.
My Father-In-Law always boasted that as much as he hated his wife, she made without a doubt the world’s best Lutefisk. For ten years I watched him gulp the stuff down always having to come up with a reason to pass on giving it a try. One day while under the influence I finally gave in and took a double scoop of Lutefisk, plus a double, double of the cream sauce.Yep, Dad was sure right.
I am guessing it’s an acquired taste thing. Bottom line, you enjoy it and that’s what matters.
Now as far as the herring goes, yum. In my opinion Day Fish Co. is the place to beat. That being said , I may have to head there tomorrow. Enjoy the EATS!
Bambino