As explained in my March 13th post, I’m taking you on a tour of Amsterdam using some of my archive photos from last summer.
Himself and I have arrived before breakfast and have parked our car further out from the centre of the city, so after a decent walk we find ourselves in the centre of Amsterdam approaching our destination with rumbling stomachs.
We passed a variety of fast food places on the way to where we are going, but none appealed in the slightest, so we resign ourselves to the idea of an extra large lunch instead of breakfast and press on.
In the Netherlands if you are travelling between the big cities it’s always a good idea to allow some time for traffic jams and even though this is a Saturday we allow extra time anyway.
This time as per Murphy’s Law extra time is not needed and since we forget that we both tend walk fast sans kids, we surprised ourselves by arriving thirty-five minutes early at the Leidseplein. Breakfast is thus back on the agenda.
It’s a “Plein” ( a kind of “Square” that doesn’t necessarily have to be square in shape) where a bevy of cafes and restaurants line the outer perimeter and where the outside seating area is cheek by jowl crammed together in the centre.
Himself’s eyes light up as he spies an Irish cafe/Pub and declares happily that he’s more than in the mood for an Irish breakfast washed down with a glass of Guinness.
Naturally it’s not our normal type of breakfast fare, and had the kids been tagging along he wouldn’t have been considering drinking Stout with breakfast, but today is a day for just the two of us and once I spy fish-’n-chips on the menu, we make ourselves comfortable and order.
The Dutch do cook fish in batter, but it doesn’t taste at all like the fish-and-chips that I know so well in New Zealand, so we have the Dutch variety only once every few years. Usually our fish-and-chip cravings are only fixed between trips to New Zealand and the UK when I make it myself at home, so this “find” is a treat indeed.
The day is patchy, threatening rain and so a hot breakfast is welcome … my Fish and Chip’s costs Euro 12.60 and Himself’s Irish of bacon, beans, eggs, sasuages, toast and jam costs Euro 8.70.
He of course washes his down with a glass of Guinness and I wash mine down with a Cola Light.
Yum! What a treat of a way to start the day!
We did advise as soon as possible that we had limited time for breakfast and our waitress was friendly and passed the message onto the kitchen so that we could cut waiting time to the minimum.
We also asked to settle the bill as soon as our breakfast was served, and all in all we managed both a relaxed breakfast and a quick getaway… .. both of which were appreciated. The food was good too… not quite New Zealand standard fish and chips, but ok all the same.
* So… for those of you who noticed “stout” mentioned in brackets in the title, I need to tell you that there is also a word “stout” in the Dutch language… but nothing to do with beer because it means “naughty“! So naturally, now you know, that having a Stout Guinness for Breakfast IS rather naughty!!!
Photos? Oh yes of course…