Bed and Breakfast – above and beyond
My plan to taste Dutch wine (no, seriously!) at Vyne were foiled because the wine bar was hosting a private party. Fortunately Amsterdam’s Jordaan neighborhood has loads of great restaurants and watering holes. My friends and I regrouped in a nearby pub, where the bartender persuaded us to try a local artisanal gin.
Ordering a Hendrick’s to serve as the control, we conducted the taste test. Hendrick’s won, three-zip.
We chose a restaurant a couple of blocks off the main canal. It would be easy to miss Cafe Restaurant De Reiger, with its tiny entrance on the corner of Nieuwe Leliestraat and Eerste Leliedwarsstraat. Once inside, the space opened up with high ceilings and well-seasoned wood. The menu included fresh oysters, duck, several fish dishes and gorgeous fresh salads and vegetables.
Seriously zonked after a satisfyingly full day in Amsterdam, I collapsed into an Uber and went back to my AirBNB, a two-room suite on the top floor of a town house in the Vondelpark neighborhood. The living room beckoned with leather reading chairs in front of a fireplace laid with wood and awaiting a match. A wanton bunch of pink tulips embellished the mantle. A small fridge was stocked with soft drinks and cold beer. Alas, the only amenity I had the energy to enjoy was a cup of Starrenmunt tea before the bed beckoned me to slide under the duvet.
In the morning, before my flight, I met my friends at Bakers & Roasters; the all-day breakfast place had become their morning ritual. Bakers & Roasters serve up seriously large piles of food. I had the Vege brekkie. Two poached organic free-range eggs, grilled haloumi, avocado, breakfast potatoes, creamy mushrooms, homemade chilli jam & hot buttered toast. More than enough to carry me across the Atlantic Ocean to another continent.