Despite the passing of its founding fisherman, who had become something of an Icelandic icon, the ramshackle “Sea Baron” carries on. Order at the counter and take your number to the long, communal wooden tables with stools made from fish containers. Most visitors come for the humarsupa (lobster soup), which will cure your ills on a wet, windy day. It’s a touch sweet and creamy, with hints of celery, red pepper, tomato, cinnamon, clove, and coriander—plus a decent chunk or two of Icelandic lobster. Seasonal fish and shellfish, as well as whale, are also offered in kebab form.