You can't go wrong with an Italian; no matter where you are in the world. Food you understand, half decent house red wine and people that understand you.
Posh part of town...
Moving on we needed a proper feed. Jill's back had had enough of bar stools and bench seats so we needed a proper eating establishment. Although our route was to take us up thru the posh part of town we had confidence we could find something relatively reasonable, price wise.
A sharing platter of bruschetta, 2 pasta meals, glass and a half of red each and a couple of coffees came in at under expected Icelandic prices. Not bad considering. All that was left to do was wonder back to the hotel and look in all the pretty very expensive shops.