The three-part series Scandimania sees TV chef Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall escape River Cottage and explore a different country per episode. This week it was Sweden’s turn to be broken down into its constituent parts by a man who once served human placenta pâté to friends. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, Hugh singing along to ABBA hits, Hugh cheerfully eviscerating an elk, Hugh naked in an outdoor sauna and Hugh exchanging nappy-changing anecdotes with Stockholm’s “latte pappas”.
An hour in Hugh’s company is an hour well spent, but it is a shame this show doesn’t seem to have worked out whether it’s an aspirational travel show or an in-depth cultural study. It’s not quite alluring enough for the former and not quite perceptive enough for the latter.