There were plenty of weekend-celebrating guests crowding around the hotel’s massive breakfast buffet this morning. I’m in Copenhagen to capture a few more images of the city before I start working my book “Classic Copenhagen” which should be out sometime this summer.

The collective assumption that we could all outsmart the horde of starving Swedes, Finns, Romanians, Americans, and other hotel guests by showing up a little extra early for breakfast completely backfired. The stoic kitchen crew did their absolute best to keep the bowls of crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, and waffle batter topped up and fresh.

I’m genuinely impressed by Comfort Hotel Vesterbro. Big rooms, gym, bar, great view, friendly staff at a fantastic location.

Talked to a few Danes yesterday, and most of them just laughed at our lunatic president over in D.C. The only real concern, someone said, would be if the dumb tariffs end up hitting Novo Nordisk — so that Denmark’s new cash cow, featuring blockbuster diabetes/weight-loss drug Ozempic, ends up costing even more than it already does when shipped to the U.S.

Who knows, Ozempic might just become a new favorite among transatlantic smugglers. I don’t know but you could probably fit quite a few condom-packed GLP-1 receptor agonist pills up your butt — as long as you don’t eat the kind of massive hotel breakfast I had this morning.

It’ll obviously be a lot worse, and a lot tighter fitting, for those trying to smuggle Champagne from France – not to mention smugglers going for Spanish Jamón Ibérico… those colons are gonna have to work overtime!

The photo was taken through one of the windows from my room on the 5th floor.