Summary of “What Would it Take for an American Guy to Become Danish?”

Small talk, like smiling at strangers, is one of the Americanisms I’ll need to shed if I’m going to succeed in my quest to become Danish.
Albris, an even-tempered anthropologist who teaches Danish culture classes at the University of Copenhagen, says Danes don’t have the same switches for casual conversation.
Later that afternoon, I get some real-life lessons in the Law of Jante while indulging in a peak Danish fantasy: baking lowercase-D danishes, with Danish people, at prolific restaurateur Claus Meyer’s cooking school.
I’ve been warned the class would be in Danish but, American privilege, assumed there would be some occasional English-translation sidebars.
“We’re not on the Great Danish Bake Off.” Unlike anything else named after New York, our team moves at a mellow pace.
Browse the kaleidoscopic wall of offbeat local beers at Mikkeller, grab rosemary Danish hot dogs at Pølse Kompagniet, and pick up local fruit like currants from the produce stands.
The Local Gem: On a quiet alley in the city’s Meatpacking District, Spisehuset serves a nightly tasting menu of modernized Danish comfort food that incorporates the season’s best produce.
Klaus may just be the most Danish Dane I’ve met so far.

The orginal article.