After a very rich meal, in the fancy ambience of a chick restaurant, in the middle of nowhere, it is nice to help food find its place by trotting this forbidden land. Up the road seems to be the only option. Facing a huge cliff that looks more like some giant’s sand box, one is about to face danger lurking from the bushes too. This is a nestling ground of more than one kind of birds and they take no chances when it comes to their offspring. An elaborate ritual is performed where the birds attract your attention with constant shrieks and lead you in the “right” direction. Some actors are so committed that they even land on the pavement in front of you so you cannot pretend that you have not seen them due to the surrounding landscape. Eventually, when out of the “zone”, suddenly an eerie silence falls and together with the twilight of the setting sun sends a message: Time to go bed, folks!
Buthir Hotel’s restaurant will send you back on your relentless track to prosperity with a significant amount. Still, when one is quite literally stuck in this remote place there is nothing else to do than to capitulate and enjoy the pinnacle of local cuisine. The ambience is nice with a spectacular view of the Snaefellnesjokull and the lava fields are mimicked in earnest right on your table.