Here goes:

"Skál sjálfur, gaman að sjá annan Íslending hér á bæ
skál í brennivín og bita af hákarli , þeim vinum mínum hér líkar ekki
hákarlinn and brennivínið þamba þeir eins og bjór."

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"Cheers yourself, it's fun to see another Icelander here to bid
cheers in brennivín and a bite of rotten shark, my friends here don't like
rotten shark but they swig brennivín like beer."

(I might be really off-base, because I have no idea how
to decline nouns or conjugate verbs, so I had trouble
recognizing some words.)

Personally, I'm more partial to fried slices of leftover blóðmör,
hot flatkökur with kæfa on it, or kjötsúpa; basically the stuff I
eat when I'm at my grandmother's flat, or my aunt's farm. It
seems like foods and holidays are the only things I recognize.

BTW - What's the name of the white five-layer-cake with rhubarb jam,
or the brown one with icing between thin sheets of crumbly,
buttery sweet dough?


Tommi