Amsterdam tours: Day 3: Cote De Boeuf

During my morning bowl of porridge....... Disaster strikes. I have run out of espresso.

Hangover without espresso!!!!



I decide, that I will take a morning walk to Museumplein where my bike is, and I can couple it with a trip to Albert Heijn:



I really enjoy my walk. Sometimes it's nice to be without a bike in Amsterdam. Today seems to have turned into an Alice in Chains day:



It's such perfect lazy day music. Maybe becuase Layne Stayley was so gone on heroin. Its wet and squelchy and dripping with atmosphere, perfect for escaping into music:



I'm having so much fun, and the weather is so lovely, that I can't be bothered delving into the busy Albert Heijn. I sit on a park bench on Museumplein and read a book. Maybe I should avoid espresso more often. I'm in such a lazy mood, that I am in no rush to do anything.

Eventually I make it into Albert Heijn, still grooving away to the chilling(In both meanings of the word) music.

Once back at the flat, it's the usual sunday tasks of washing clothes, clearing up, lazing around. I even get to watch Eastenders. Slowly a plan comes together. The Kiwi is kick boxing and Moldova is shopping. So for once we don't meet on Rembrandtplein. This time we choose Dam Square:



We're not sure what to do. Moldova has about 6 days left in Amsterdam, most of them filled with work, but she has seen almost everything there is to see. It's a school night, so we decide to be well behaved and I take them to one of Amsterdam's little Gems; Bistro Bonjour:



Bistro Bonjour is a restaurant run by a turkish family who do french style food at a very good level. Their speciality is meat, and the steak is to die for. Moldova isn't sure at first about the idea of a bloody steak, but I convice her. The weekend has made us good friends, and we are able to talk the whole evening. My boss is also in the restaurant, so we say a quick hello.

When it comes to ordering I opt for Cote De Boeuf, while the Kiwi order's Lamb filet and Moldova follows my lead. She has better French than either the Kiwi or myself, so understands the menu. When the food arrives, the order has been messed up. They have brought me Veal instead. I know it will be tasty so don't kick up much of a fuss, as another Cote De Boeuf would take too long.

We chomp away at our main meals and the others are suitably impressed. The mouthfuls are slowing as we fill up with protein and wine. Then eventually I give in, leaving some of the veg on the plate. As I give in, the owner hanmds me my cote de boeff. He'd cooked one for me anyway:



We share it out, drinking some more wine. Now we really are full. The restaurant has a great atmosphere, so you have no problem having that extra glass of wine and continuing talking and enjoying the food and conversation.

Eventually, our bellies have settled enough to allow us to leave the restaurant. The night is still quite young, but it is a school night, so we decide that rather than head out to a few bars(It could be disasterous), we will have a night walk along the Amstel. It's nice to look out on the skinny bridge by night:



We also resurect a joke from last night by singing "November rain" at the top of our voices:




Not a bad achievement. (Apparently) Quiet Moldovian girl to Amstel-side Kareoke queen in one weekend.

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