THAT WILL WAKE YOU UP!

The pizza from 7-Eleven is better than the Italian place on Stratum's Eind made. It has been quite a long time since I had that, and I still remember it very unfavourably. A true New Yorker would be driven to madness by either. The wise man does NOT associate bar neighborhoods in Northern European metropoles filled with intoxicated violent yobbos with edible pizza, OR fine dining. Although there is a place there with damned good fries, krokets, bamischijven, and frikandellen. Which I remember as well as the pizza place but for different reasons.

You know what this neighborhood needs? A frietkot that's open at six in the morning.
A frikandel met scherpe mosterd would be the breakfast of champions.
Wake these people up something good.

There were such places near trainstations in parts of the Netherlands. In the past they would be filled with working men at that hour, having a hearty snack before catching the intercity and huffing dark shag cigaretts with their strong coffee afterwards.
The atmosphere was out of this world.

Commuting students would also patronize such places.
Same coffee. Same handrolled cigarettes.
A slice of heaven.

Remarkably, the Dutch aren't big on bacon and cheese bombs, although junkfood is one of their passions. That's more of an American thing, available at many tourist hotels for visiting Anglos at breakfast time. Along with packets of chocolate and sugar frosted cereal product.
Also not a Dutch thing. Sweet woodchips with milk poured over? No thanks.

I've never been much of a breakfast person.

But I could go for a frikandel right now.
With sharp mustard, and sambal.



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