Tag Archives: Food

Czech Meal

Wednesday, 31 August 2011

When you’re in the Czech Republic, you obviously have to have a Czech Republican meal. So this was had in the backyard garden of a bar in the Jewish Quarter: pork, sauerkraut, and potato dumplings:

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A Czech Republican meal.

I wasn’t the only one in the garden enjoying myself:

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Somebody overate.

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Yum

Saturday, 27 August 2011

The Kozel especially. Yum!

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Good beer is worth it.

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Berries

Friday, 26 August 2011

To buy, or not to buy: that is the question:

Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous prices,

Or to look aghast at the sea of unfair charges,

And by avoiding resist them?

I couldn’t resist.

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Irresistible

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Dutch Countryside

Thursday, 25 August 2011

On my last day in Amsterdam, I rented a bicycle to explore the countryside outside of Amsterdam.

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The Dutch countryside.

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The Dutch countryside.

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The Dutch countryside.

As you can see, the bike paths ran along the top of the dykes – a ready-made network for an amazing series of bike paths.

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The Dutch countryside.

Rough-horsing:

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The Dutch countryside.

For about sixty seconds, as I cycled along this stretch, a swooping songbird flew alongside, diving for insects along the side of the dyke. It was an absolutely magical experience and made me marvel at what it must be like to fly with the birds. Probably an absolutely magical experience, I decided.

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The Dutch countryside.

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The Dutch countryside.

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The Dutch countryside.

Dykes on the left, water on the right:

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The Dutch countryside.

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The Dutch countryside.

I found a nook here, on top of the dyke, and sat and wrote postcards for a while:

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The Dutch countryside.

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The Dutch countryside.

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The Dutch countryside.

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The Dutch countryside.

How’s this for a backyard?

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A sweet backyard.

I turned around at the small town of Spaarndam, which dates back to the 13th century, but was made famous by the fictional story of the little Dutch boy who stuck his finger in the dyke: Hans Brinker or the Silver Skates, published in 1865.

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Spaarndam

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Spaarndam

Have you ever seen a memorial to a symbolic fictional character? I have!

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Spaarndam

I ate my dinner in Spaarndam, too. So this is what Spaarndamese food looks like:

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Spaarndamese food

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Spaarndam

Windmills!

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The Dutch countryside.

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The Dutch countryside.

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The Dutch countryside.

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The Dutch countryside.

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The Dutch countryside.

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The Dutch countryside.

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Ethnic Restaurants

Wednesday, 24 August 2011

Here’s a Kurdish restaurant:

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Kurdish cuisine

And a Uruguayan steakhouse:

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Uruguayan cuisine

Argentinian steakhouses were everywhere in Amsterdam, and I mean everywhere. Feeling the call of Nature I went to use the loo of one Argentinian steakhouse and found another, housed in the loo. Maybe this one sought to distinguish itself by calling itself “Uruguayan.”

However I settled on a Surinamese restaurant for dinner. Surinam is located in South America and a former Dutch colony. This was my dinner:

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Surinamese cuisine

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Currywurst

Saturday, 20 August 2011

Pretty much says it all:

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Currywurst

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Sausage

Saturday, 20 August 2011

A sausage and beer, consumed while standing from a streetside kiosk:

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So German

Plenty of mustard!

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Ivorian Cuisine

Wednesday, 3 August 2011

I had one last errand to run before I left Paris – just down the street from the hostel I stayed at (you know, the gay hostel) there was an Ivorian restaurant that I just had to try. So try it I did.

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Ivorian Cuisine

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Ivorian Cuisine

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Ivorian Cuisine

The very last thing I did in Paris was stuff my face with actual food shipped all the way from Côte d’Ivoire in the ten minutes it took to arrive in front of me. Now that’s service.

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Food

Wednesday, 3 August 2011

My lunch this afternoon, with Moroccan mint tea:

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My lunch.

And dinner:

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My dinner.

It must have been a genuine Moroccan meal. It had couscous.

Incidentally, it was eaten almost communally, at long tables set up in the open air of the square. The seductive notes played by snake charmers filled the air, and a crescent moon hung brilliantly in the sky – a brilliance that my photo scarcely does justice to:

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The crescent moon.

One last look back:

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Eating communally.

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Famished

Wednesday, 3 August 2011

By the time I stepped out today, I was famished. I needed to eat. And then my nose caught a delicious smell, and my ears followed the sound of frying, and I found myself in front of a little stall in a narrow alley, where a woman was standing over a hot grill. Round circles of bread roasted there, and were turned over, until finally, judged completed, they were placed in a pile. “Can I have one?” I asked. “How much?” “Four dirham,” the shop owner replied, and I complied. The filling was onion and tomato, and although it was simple, on my empty stomach it tasted so good. Until I was advised, quietly and discretely by a shopowner, that I should do my eating quietly and discretely. Walking around and eating openly was a little bit insensitive, since during Ramadan, no one else can do the same; they can’t eat or drink during the day. So I found a furtive place to finish my meal.

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Lunch.

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