Having arrived in the Dutch rain at the Amsterdam Centraal Train Station, I managed to accidentally wander through the red light district before meandering (after almost being hit by a tram, then by a cyclist when I tried to avoid the tram, then by a Mercedes when…yeah…) towards the good stodgy smell of fries.
Manneken Pis, sans inappropriately unclothed juvenile performing an uncivic-minded act, had been voted as serving the best friet in the Netherlands in 2013. No mention whether Manneken Pis’ wietsaus (weed sauce) option skewed the results:
Further down the road, Lanskroon (Singel 385) was a cosy little bakery with a purring cat and very good Koningsstroopwafels and other goods. Perfect for a rainy afternoon.
Ended the day at Sweet Cup Cafe (Lange Leidsedwarsstraat 101L), with a flat white, before dashing for the overnight train to Denmark. While Sjefke the basset hound mopped for the absent member of the team, we had a good discussion about roasting on Giesens (theirs had the pride of place in their little store) and brewing on V60s. Ah, the international third wave/specialty coffee brotherhood.