My plans were thwarted when I arrived to find the bagel place closed. Shops close very early in Amsterdam, apparently. This did not make me happy, as I now had to go scavenge for food. I came across a deli that looked promising, but the only meat that seemed Richard-friendly at first glance had a mixed spice rub so I didn’t really want to chance it. Luckily, I have noticed three things about the Dutch.
They love bicycles.
They love to smoke (everything!).
They love steak.
Never in any country – including the US of A – have I seen a higher concentration of Argentinian steakhouses. I counted 4 visible from a single intersection – two being of the same chain and across the street from one another. So I didn’t starve, but my diet is still shit for this trip. I would have much preferred the bagel, but what can you do.
I did manage to make it back to my hotel at a decent time and the rest of my evening pretty much went according to plan.
