Part 9: We like mash thick in London, actually.

How to impress among Stockholm's fine-dining elite

It was June 2016 and my year at culinary school had come to an end. One year on from quitting my office job (and three years since meeting a random Finnish girl in a filthy East London pub) I was moving to Stockholm to pursue love and life as a cook.

I flew out on the Monday after Britain voted to leave the EU. I had been devastated by the result. For mo…