Most Fridays I have lunch at Pepe Nero on Kungsholmen. The procedure is simple, you go to the counter, choose one out of three items from a set menu and state if you want a beer or not. Also there is pizza.To the metroliberals on Twitter, for whom lunch means having livery clad waiters bring you oysters and craft beer, it may seem primitive, but strangely enough it works.
Many different people come in here: construction workers, office workers, staff from nearby shops, retired people from the neighborhood. Even if not deliberately eavesdropping you often hear snippets of conversation; People talk about their kids, plans for the weekend, complain about their bosses, or sometimes simply gossip. As you can see this is quite different from the usual conversation on Twitter, which means…squat actually. It doesn’t mean anything or give me any kind of insight in these people’s lives.