Humphrey's on Fire in the Stad
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Leaving the praamsailing, I was driving Micky and Matt back to the Eden Oranje. Of course, as was the case on the way from the car to the praamsailing location, we had the drawbridge up and had a five minute delay before we got to the car. In his best "Three billy-goat's gruff" troll-under-the-bridge impression, the drawbridge operator came out of his booth and almost gave Matt the heave-ho when he strayed a little too close to the bridge in his enthusiasm to cross.
Following our return to Leeuwarden from the Praamsailing, we decided to freshen up a little before heading up to Waag to meet up with everyone before dinner at Humphrey's. We technically had 15 minutes...um.
When we got back to the hotel, we saw Bart and Marloes in the lobby still, so we knew we wouldn't be the last ones to arrive at Humphreys...so we told them we'd be right down. So rush we did, quick change and back to the lobby. It was meet-up time...we were all due at the Waag...and every TB staying at the Oranje was in the lobby! What are we waiting for? Rowena is still up using someone's shower. Time for some foot tapping...and a few phone calls from Wendy asking where we all are! See her blog on dinner for her feelings on our tardiness here :-)
Finally we are all present and accounted for, so we head up past our favorite breakfast square (why couldn't they add some bacon and toast as well?) and a quick stop by the Waag to see if anyone was still waiting there.
We start to trickle into Humphreys and ask for our table. I'm glad I had comfortable shoes on, because the trek to the table was longer than the hike to the bottom of the Grand Canyon! For a restaurant with 3 meters of frontage, it must have taken another 20 minutes of climbing down into cellars, through mazes and secret corridors and up into dusty attics before we were finally shown our table. Turns out we had requested the "Finnish Sauna" room located in the rear of the restaurant, upstairs from the kitchen, with no ventilation! Does that put a damper a TB Meetup? NO WAY! Our shirts may have been a little damper, but not our spirits!
Dinner was great! Bread, starter (Gazpacho for me.
In true TB style, the most exciting and stressful part of the evening came just after dessert...time to pay the bill! Despite her best efforts to have people pay in advance, there was still a big old pile of cash sitting on the table being counted. It seemed to take quite a while to sort out.
We only stayed at the StadsCafe for a short time, enough to see that it was someone's birthday, but dancing was needed and Wendy brought us over to the Cat House(?!?) / Fire Cafe where we all had to fork over 5-euros for a drink coin and full body massage by the bouncer at the door before we could get into the club.
The club itself was quite large and labyrinthine with at least three main club areas (trance and 70's & 80's in the basement, hip-hop on the second floor) with a chill-out lounge on the first floor, smokers' lounge and two bars on the ground floor and another bar linked in on the basement.