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"FacebookPinterest\n\n Stockholm, Sweden\n\n Best-Dressed in Europe, 2012\n\nFacebookPinterest\n\n Take Elin&amp;#39;s advice (below) and buy this girl a drink.\n\n Walk the city&amp;#39;s cobblestones at 3 a.m. and you&amp;#39;ll find Swedes spilling out of bars, peeling off their clothes, and running into the sea. You&amp;#39;re thrown, because who the hell does that? But this is Stockholm, where life is like a Wes Anderson movie but with less dysfunction and an even better wardrobe. To get the look, start with the hometown heroes. Nearly every Swedish line\u2014Gant Rugger, Acne, Our Legacy, Dunderdon, Fj\u00E4llr\u00E4ven\u2014is having a moment, and you can score the goods straight from their stores. After that, visit Nitty Gritty, in Sdermalm, where the young fashionheads get kitted out. Don&amp;#39;t be ashamed to bite their uniform (forward-thinking clothes from Adam Kimmel and Mark McNairy) and, thanks to the attached salon, their haircut (a no. 3 on the back and sides, long and slicked back on top).\n\n On your way out, stop at nearby Mellqvist Kaffebar for a kanelbulle, a Swedish cardamom pastry that tastes like a next-level Cinnabon, en route to vintage store Herr Judit, proof that even Stockholm&amp;#39;s closet castoffs are a grade above. Its staff can ID you as a Thom Browne oord guy, then hand you one for $100, a third of the going price.\n\nFacebookPinterest\n\n Dinner at B.A.R.\n\n From there, cab it to the posh \u00D6stermalm district for tailored suits from Rose Born, where eccentric gents who seek a Savile Row fit and Milanese swagger get their fix. You&amp;#39;ll see these same guys every morning at 10 a.m. at the Lydmar Hotel, where breakfast is served in a library that could have been airlifted from Damien Hirst&amp;#39;s home. Stay in one of its forty-six palatial rooms or at the nearby Hotel Skeppsholmen on the secluded-feeling isle of the same name. The grounds feel a bit like a seventeenth-century summer camp, while the building&amp;#39;s interior has been upgraded with twenty-second-century design.\n\nFacebookPinterest\n\n Party troll-style (i.e., under a bridge) at Tr\u00E4dg\u00E5rden.\n\n Stockholm is a chain of fourteen islands, so fish is what&amp;#39;s for dinner. At have-it-your-way B.A.R., you can tell them exactly which arctic char you want grilled. Or head to laid-back Matbaren, where Michelin-star catcher Mathias Dahlgren serves simple, earthy tapas.\n\n A good night starts at Berns, a chandelier-swinging club where lesser-known Skarsg\u00E5rds let their hair down. (No lie\u2014younger brother Bill spilled his drink on us.) The real party, though, is Tr\u00E4dg\u00E5rden. On summer nights, folks meet under a bridge at the tip of Sdermalm. You&amp;#39;ll drink. You&amp;#39;ll dance. And hopefully, you&amp;#39;ll end up stripped down in the water come closing time.\u2014Andrew Richdale\n\n\u00B7\u00B7\u00B7\n\n Sweden Is Totally DTF\n\nFacebookPinterest\n\n Maybe it&amp;#39;s because we have no religious hang-ups or because the long winter makes us lusty come summer, but Swedish women believe in casual sex. To us, it&amp;#39;s like jogging: uncomplicated and good for your health. The trick is getting our attention.\n\n Your in is simple: Swedish guys never pay, so a free drink is an easy way to impress us. Once we&amp;#39;re talking, avoid politics or war, and never brag. Self-deprecation is a Swedish aphrodisiac. And if we do invite you back to our place, know that sleeping over is fine\u2014but you&amp;#39;d better make a damn good breakfast. While we&amp;#39;re mellow about sex, we take our eggs very seriously.\u2014Elin Unnes\n\nFacebookPinterest\n\n Nyhavn Harbor; A hindb\u00E6rsnitter from Meyers Bageri. Duh.\n\n Copenhagen, Denmark\n\n Europe&amp;#39;s New Food Soul\n\nFacebookPinterest\n\n Welcome to Noma.\n\n If you come to Copenhagen, come hungry. You already know about Noma, ranked the best restaurant in the world for three years running. Chef Ren\u00E9 Redzepi has plotted a new culinary course for his country, which is amazing for Denmark but unlucky for you\u2014scoring a table at Noma is now nearly impossible. (Try anyway.)\n\n The good news: A network of Redzepi acolytes have opened their own places, spreading his New Nordic gospel. In the city center, Radio features vegetables from its own farm, and Geist makes a strong case for salt-baked celeriac and beer-infused desserts. Then you have Rel\u00E6 (upscale rustic plates) and Manfreds Vin (bistro fare), both run by Noma-trained chef Christian Puglisi, sitting across the street from each other on J\u00E6gersborggade in the city&amp;#39;s Nrrebro district.\n\nFacebookPinterest\n\n Grilled new onions at Rel\u00E6.\n\n If you&amp;#39;re just looking for a light lunch, you might try eating with dead people. Flowery Assistens Cemetery, &amp;quot;home&amp;quot; to Hans Christian Andersen and Sren Kierkegaard, doubles as the world&amp;#39;s most idyllically eerie picnic spot. Danes sun themselves among the gravestones, drinking espresso from nearby Coffee Collective while snacking on breads and pastries from Meyers Bageri.\n\n You&amp;#39;ll work off the calories the same way Danes do\u2014by biking around town. Pick up a free-to-borrow two-wheeler at the Bycyklen Kbenhavn kiosks strewn throughout Copenhagen and get used to being passed by granite-calved grandmothers. Ride through Christiania, which is basically a decades-long Occupy movement by urban hippie separatists living in multicolored homespun structures.\n\nFacebookPinterest\n\n Kickin&amp;#39; back at the Coffee Collective.\n\n Between the biking and the digestion, you&amp;#39;ll want a nap in your room at the Blu Royal Hotel. Yes, it&amp;#39;s a fifty-year-old Radisson, but it&amp;#39;s also the benchmark for just about every high-design hotel in the world. Arne Jacobsen created his iconic Swan and Egg chairs for the property. Book room 606, a time capsule stocked with all original midcentury furniture, and it&amp;#39;s like staying at Don Draper&amp;#39;s Scandinavian getaway.\n\n After dinner, the party&amp;#39;s always in the Kdbyen (that&amp;#39;s cool-boo-en) neighborhood, which doubles as the city&amp;#39;s meatpacking district during daylight hours. Go highbrow at the Karriere Bar, all UFO-esque light fixtures and craft cocktails. Or try Jolene, which stole its name from the Dolly Parton song and pours fresh-from-the-tap Carlsberg\u2014a Danish delicacy that, late at night, tastes as good as anything served by Noma.\u2014Howie Kahn\n\n\u00B7\u00B7\u00B7\n\n Game of (Beautiful Antique Scandinavian) Thrones\n\nFacebookPinterest\n\n Hay\n\n &amp;quot;My favorite shop for cool home stuff: sheets, kitchen gear, and awesome things from local designers.&amp;quot;\n\nFacebookPinterest\n\n Cykelbanditten\n\n &amp;quot;Cykelbanditten sells custom-made bikes with that simple Danish look you see on every corner. The prices are wholesale, too.&amp;quot;\n\n Ravnsborggade\n\n &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s a street packed with stores carrying vintage Danish furniture. It&amp;#39;s stuff that boutiques in L.A. sell for thousands, but here we just give it away for pennies.&amp;quot;\n\nFacebookPinterest\n\n The sci-fi-esque Temppeliaukio Church.\n\n Helsinki, Finland\n\n Sloshed City, Scandinavia\n\nFacebookPinterest\n\n Chill in Helsinki&amp;#39;s central park, the Esplanade.\n\n You might have heard that Helsinki has been anointed World Design Capital of 2012. It does have some stunning architectural trophies: the meditative Kiasma Museum, and the Temppeliaukio Church, which looks like a spaceship that crash-landed on a prehistoric altar. But they&amp;#39;re not the reason you came to Helsinki. You&amp;#39;re flying halfway around the globe, with your best bros in tow, for a surreal descent into nearly nonstop boozing.\n\n The Finns start early. Around 2 p.m., you&amp;#39;ll find gorgeous permutations of Scarlett Johansson tottering in heels while juggling twelve-packs and flasks. Their destination is likely Kaivopuisto Park, a seaside knoll that Mother Nature seemingly created for day drinking. On your way over, hit up one of the Turkish delis on almost every corner for a pleasingly gamy reindeer kebab and tallboys of Karhu III, a crisp, strong lager.\n\nFacebookPinterest\n\n When the lights go down in the city.\n\n Once your BAC is in a happy place, walk from the park (you won&amp;#39;t find much need for cabs in Helsinki) to Eronen Record Store. Most Finns are metalheads, which means this trove of old Dizzy Reece and Sun Ra vinyl is largely unmined. Drop off your finds at Helka Hotel, whose minimalist accommodations have a Tinker, Tailor vibe, or Klaus K if an artsy look and a bathroom stocked with Malin+Goetz products are more your speed.\n\n By now your pleasant buzz is giving way to a big hunger. Everyone will rave about the delicious hyperseasonal food at the restaurant Olo, but you&amp;#39;d be wasting precious drinking hours on a nine-course tasting menu. Opt instead for Siltanen&amp;#39;s greasy-good &amp;quot;Unicorn burger&amp;quot;\u2014the magic being that it&amp;#39;s spiked with aromatic spices. For a rowdier feast, go the way of Shanghai Cowboy, a Mexican spot newly opened by a California ex-pat whose made his homeland proud by honest-to-god awesome Finnish tacos loaded with flaky Nordic perch and what may be the best salsa created by mankind.\n\nFacebookPinterest\n\n Liquid courage and karaoke at Erottaja.\n\n Your tour can continue in one of two directions: to Navy Jerry&amp;#39;s, a kitschy-cool lounge where girls swill rum and jitterbug unironically to Ray Charles, or to Bar Loose, a classic-rock shrine where the beer is cheap and the basement quakes with live music.\n\n Fast-forward to 3 a.m.: There&amp;#39;s still an hour until both last call and\u2014if you&amp;#39;re here in the summer\u2014sunrise. Stumble your way to Erottaja Bar, the best karaoke joint in a city that considers karaoke a sacred act, and join the crowd as they shout-sing along to that one Chumbawamba song. You will get knocked down by Helsinki; then you&amp;#39;ll get back up to do it all again the next day.\u2014A.R. \n\n\u00B7\u00B7\u00B7\n\n Prepare to Get Schvitz-Faced\n\n Got acne? A hangover? A vague but omnipresent fear of your own mortality? Finns swear you can cure all ills with some time in a sauna, which explains why they&amp;#39;re everywhere in this country.\n\nFacebookPinterest\n\n For an old- school experience, take a half-hour bus ride from Helsinki to Lake Kuusij\u00E4rvi. The steam in its sauna rooms will be heady, laced with the scent of birch and sap. Local college kids go to Sauna Arla, a bare-bones operation with a BYOB policy. The booze is for topping off your buzz between sweating and showering. After every fifteen minutes in the hot box, you take an Arctic-cold rinse. (If your balls are in your throat, the temperature is just right.)\n\n But for a singularly weird steam experience, buy box seats at Helsinki&amp;#39;s Hartwall Arena. From the built-in sauna you can catch Finland&amp;#39;s World Cup\u2013winning hockey team or an Ozzy Osbourne show and rock out with your toxins out.\u2014A.R."^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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