Pannekoeken, Poffertjes, Stroopwaffels and a Side of Fries

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This morning, Morgan and I made a beeline to a pancake place, uninterestingly called "Pancakes!" so I could get my apple pannekoeken. Morgan got some weird concoction with Camembert cheese, ham and a raspberry was gross to me, and I think to him too, but he finished it. Our waiter was unbelievably bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for that hour of the morning.  And he spoke to us as if we were grade-school children on a class trip.  Everything was "fantastic!" and "super!" with wide eyes and a big smile and a lot of energy....and bizarrely white, chapped & peeling lips...we decided he had to be high on speed. Freaky guy.

We went to the Anne Frank House first, which was really well done, although not furnished (Mr. Frank wanted it left as it was after the Nazis took everything out).

 There is a scale model with how it looked when the family lived there. The museum itself has been totally renovated and they've added a lot of context.

Then we did the 20-Euro canal boat hop on/hop off tour, which was a total rip-off. The guys working the booths were either stoned or could care less.  They gave us wrong information about which boats left from which stops at which times...and since there's only one boat per hour, we kept missing them as we rushed to the other stop and just missed THAT wasted a lot of time. We only got one little 15-minute ride out of it. Totally not worth it. They had an hour-long tour, which would have been perfect...and cheaper. Live and learn.

We walked over to the Van Gogh Museum, which is a perfectly-sized museum, and I really enjoyed the little explanations and anecdotes next to each piece.

Poffertjes! Little fluffy pancakes with butter and powdered sugar.
It's the only museum I've ever seen where the explanations kinda rag on the artist, "In this early painting, Van Gogh's lack of expertise with scale is clearly seen," or something like that.  And because he wrote so many letters to his brother, the explanations often had quotes from him about what he was attempting to convey in each piece.  Pretty cool.  No photos allowed, though.

Then we went to the Albert Cuyp outdoor market, and ate (in this order): poffertjes, a freshly baked stroopwaffel (which leaked caramel all over my hands), a cone of fantastic frites with fritesaus (fresh mayo) each, and a croquetten each. The croquetten was the only thing that was sub-par. The fries were fabulous (it's the guy in the middle of the market, not on the end).

Stroopwaffel! This one warm, made fresh in the Albert Cuyp market, with loads of stroop (the caramel inside) oozing's also the largest one I've ever seen (this description sounds like porn, I know)

We popped into a cafe and grabbed some drinks (I got some mulled wine...yum) and some lackluster lumpia as we waited for the next boat on our hop on tour...but it never showed. Very annoying. Wound up taking a tram back to the hotel.

We rested until about 8:30 and then walked around the 9 Streets area by the Jordaan, and eventually found a deli. We got a couple of delicious broodjes (sandwiches) by picking out our meats, cheeses and breads from the large array that the guy had behind the counter. We grabbed some black current soda and some sweet chili potato chips, and took our picnic back to the hotel.

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A brown cafe
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