Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Going Dutch
Going Dutch usually means splitting the bill.
With us it would mean trying to find a restaurant with Dutch food. So far we've eaten Turkish and Italian in Amsterdam. Part of the reason is that we are not eating at regular meal times.
In Geneva or Argelès we probably wouldn't be able to find a restaurant open at all during off hours.
Our first meal was at a family Turkish restaurant. They were mega proud of their professional singer daughter whose photos with the Dutch Queen and Bill Clinton were hung on the walls.
Today we found a family Italian one. Three little girls belong to three different employees were playing. The littlest was pushing a baby carriage almost as big as she was.
We were at first the only ones in the restaurant.
The family atmosphere was great as was my gnocchi and Rick's tomato soup.
Also we liked the finger of God touching the tomato. Maybe Michelangelo would have too.
We have one more day to find a typical Dutch restaurant.
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