Reykjavik is very happening – every friday night. Saturday night is (to quote 101, the book) just a desperate attempt to relive friday night…
The rest of the time it is full of people desperately trying to kill time, waiting for friday night to come round again.
The book “101 Reykjavik” is actually rather depressing when you’re seing the useless hanging out (and/or doing it) on a daily basis. But if you’re not in Reykjavik, by all means read it!