Day 2 Amsterdam: Wins and Losses

Day 2 begins a bit late, considering the extreme jetlag and, well, wine and meat consumption the night previous.  Bettie and Trevor headed out for a late breakfast, and wound up with cold cheese slices on a hamburger bun.  Our waitress laments- "but you asked for a cold cheese sandwich!" damn the language barrier, or might it be an accent barrier? Trev also received coffee rather than his usual OJ, and we resolved to have a second breakfast at a much more delicious venue, Goodies.

I like my sugar with coffee and cream, hold the coffee.

Homomonument

 Goodies was delicious and had fantastic peoplewatching. With our bill came two Dutch traditional lollipops that tasted like they were made in Satan's Asshole.

Second Breakfast. Non-psychedelic brownie, mint tea, and goat cheese goodness.

 After Goodies, we took a stroll through Vondelpark. They have beautiful gardens and ponds and tulips were blooming everywhere. There were also a number of playground structures on which children and Trevor liked to climb.

Tulips in Vondelpark

Tulips. Toooooooliipppppps. Tulips.

 After Vondelpark, we walked to the Van Gogh museum, but it was closed. Then we went to the Rijkmuseum, and it was about to close. At this point, we said screw it, let's eat and drink some more.

Rijkmuseum. Pronounced Rake-museum.

 We found Rembrandt Square and stopped there for an early dinner. We sat out on the sidewalk with a couple hundred other people and watched people pass by.

Rembrandt statue, dressed up for Queensday two days early. You'd think such a renowned artist would have better fashion sense

Beer and Dinner at Van Rijk

Left to right: Tuna sashimi. Oyster and shrimp. Crab bisque.  Beef carpaccio. Behind the bisque: Pate. Not a vegetable in sight.

 Our bad luck streak with museums ended when we encountered the torture museum. Bettie could commiserate with the victims as her shoes were sadistic devices of their own sort.

Wish you were here.

 After the torture museum,we swung by the only slightly more upbeat Anne Frank House, where we toured the hiding place of eight Jewish Amsterdamsters.

We tried to get her to sign Bettie's book but she just stood there.