For the 4th of July holiday weekend, Matt and I did something very un-American: we went to another country.
Yes, yes, yes - we were already in a different country, but that just wasn't enough. So we went to the Netherlands. Also known as Holland. Amsterdam was the final destination.
In actuality, Amsterdam was more American than Germany. We ate burgers, spoke English (do YOU know Dutch?!), and were surrounded by a ton of English-speaking pricks. And youths.
And bikes - holy cow. At first I wondered why I didn't see any souvenir T-shirts that read "I went to Amsterdam and DIDN'T get run over by a bike" - until I realized they probably wouldn't sell that many. More on that later.
After driving a little over four hours from home we arrived at our hotel. We stayed at the Doubletree Hilton close to the central train station. I had some issues with the hotel, but our view wasn't one of them.
Our first order of business was going to
Burger Bar, a place I had previewed online that looked super delicious. Here's Matt with our beers. I've never been a Heineken person, but the tap indicated it was "extra cold" and since we were in the country where it's made... why not? It was actually really good... I believe the extra cold helped the taste. And then I had to go and ruin it by knocking Matt's glass over and spilling a good chunk. I obviously shared the rest of mine with him. I maintain I was saving him as the extra-cold-ness of the beer began to wear off.
He's so cute!
When the burgers came, I was happy. This one is mine - angus beef, cheddar, grilled onions, and fried egg. The fries were Belgian-style and despite the numerous sauce choices, we only ended up with blue cheese. Still a good decision.
After lunch we headed over to where a walking tour was meeting. Matt and I go on the
New Europe tours when we can if they're available, and they're usually pretty good. The company advertises that they are "free," when really they don't charge participants and everyone pays what they think it's worth at the end. They are usually around three hours long and you get a little history, a rundown of all the hotspots, and local recommendations for stuff. Although we decided we'd had better tours in other cities, our guide was friendly and took us around town. It was full of plenty of history - including that of the red light district - and ended with some cheese tasting and a look at the line to the Anne Frank House.
We also saw some neato street art.
I know there's graffiti everywhere in Europe, but here it's especially artsy.
Later as we headed to dinner we saw this old (but in really good condition) bike.
Speaking of bikes.... I felt afraid for my life the entire time I was in the city. They are the silent killers. There are more bikes than residents in Amsterdam. I lived in constant fear, having to not only observe cars, street cars, scooters, people, birds (stupid Euro-birds!) but also highly uppity bike drivers who always had the right of way. It didn't matter if they were in their designated bike lanes or not - they went where they wanted.
There were, however, more walkers than bikes in the red light district, especially on a Friday night. No pictures to share though - sorry. Apparently sex workers don't like their picture taken. (It was all fairly tame stuff - lots of ladies in full length windows sashaying around in skimpy underwear. All shapes, all sizes, all ages. Something for everyone.)
With the smell of pot in the air around us, we wiggled our way around all the bachelor parties and made our way back to the hotel for the evening after dinner.
OH! Yes, dinner - it was a Dutch restaurant where Matt got lamb and I got a tomato, ricotta, and spinach pancake with veggies. Pretty good - and good beef carpaccio too.
Back at the hotel we watched a little TV on our.... Apple computer. The room had an iMac, complete with keyboard, mouse and remote, and you could go back and forth between computer and TV. Pretty clever, Doubletree, pretty clever....
On the second day we ventured out in the rain to the
Amsterdam Museum, which was bigger and more detailed than I would think for a museum about a city's history. I found some of the artwork to be comedic gold. Just look at these stick figures - I can really feel their angst about the fires of their homes.
These elephant tusks were a gift. I don't remember for whom, though....I want to say Indonesia, since the Dutch East Trading Company was a really big deal.
We decided to fend off our hunger with a quick bite before our next stop, so we shared a snack of meat croquettes served with bread and mustard. The croquettes were more like a meat and mashed potato combo that really hit the spot.
Anyway, Matt wanted to do a brewery tour somewhere that was a good 30-40 minute walk. After realizing we couldn't take a tram without a card that we'd have to get somewhere else, we decided to walk. It was, what I would call a mistake: it was POURING down rain and windy and I only brought my small and insufficient umbrella. Matt was soaked, I was soaked - not super fun times.
We did arrive just as the rain was stopping and just in time for the tour - only to find out it was booked and we couldn't join. Ugh.
This is the picture of the brewery windmill. After the sunshine had returned, of course. Stupid Amsterdam weather. (Did I mention it was in the 60s and it's July?)
After sticking around to try one of the beers, we walked back to the center of the city, passing by the zoo. Apparently they have dinosaurs there....
The city is much better when it's sunny....
...and when I'm not fearful that a bicycle is going to run into me.
After our long and arduous walk, we decided to reward ourselves with some comfort food. Amsterdam is a foodie paradise, I'm guessing because it caters to many individuals who have pot-induced "munchies." While neither one of us could partake in that part of Amsterdam culture, we were more than happy to chow down on the food. There's something for everyone, too - burgers, pizza, Belgian fries, steak and ale pies for the Brits, Mexican, Italian, Chinese, Thai - you name it, they have it.
We walked by this place and had to stop. Matt and I shared an oh-so-creamy steak and ale pie atop mashed potatoes with gravy.
I wish I could have gotten some mashed peas, too. Maybe next time.
On the walk to our next restaurant, we also got a slice of pizza.... because we're pizza fanatics and on vacation, have bottomless pits for stomachs.
We had plenty of room left for what I had been looking forward to, upon a friend's recommendation - Pancakes!
Dutch-style pancakes are kind of in the middle between American pancakes in density, and French crepes in width. Like crepes, they can take on both sweet and savory. This is evident in the photo below, where I elected to get the simple chocolate pancake and Matt got a ham and cheese pancake. We shared. Paired with their fresh lemonade, it was a perfect dinner.
Here's a picture of our hotel from the outside.

My main issue was that although most Doubletrees don't have executive lounges (that's more of a regular Hilton thing), this one did, but they did it all kinds of wrong. It was way too small for the space and the amount of people utilizing it. Executive lounges usually have a happy hour component with beer, wine, spirits and snacks and the place was packed on our first night. People were impatiently clamoring for the person setting everything up (and doing it all with SUCH a great attitude and smile) and seriously pouncing once he was out of the way. There was not enough seating and they had a World Cup game on so people were clustering. Breakfast on Saturday was much the same, and it was actually really unpleasant. Quite the opposite of the goal of an executive lounge, and certainly not a good place to relax and unwind. (I'm talking screaming children and all - which is a big reason why we value the peace and quiet that typically comes with an executive lounge).
So... yeah, they missed the mark on that one. Luckily on Sunday morning we got up earlier and didn't have a crowd for breakfast. And the breakfast was really good - including warm Belgian waffles, oh drool.....
On Sunday we went to the
Rijksmuseum, the biggie of Amsterdam. It re-opened last spring after being shuttered for TEN YEARS! Geesh! We saw some art, and also saw tourists taking pictures of art on their phones, pricey cameras that I'm sure they can't operate properly, and of course, iPads.
The museum was pretty nice though, and it didn't feel overly crowded in most of the exhibits. I even got to see one of Van Gogh's self portraits! Neat!
Matt found a cute little sandwich place for lunch with tasty toasted sandwiches. He got some kind of club sandwich with brie, and I got this, which has Dutch sausage, sauerkraut, Dutch gouda, and mustard. We tried each others - both really good.
We made sure we had room to have some Dutch apple pie, which was heavenly.
Despite the bikes, crowds, and rain, we had a pretty good weekend. We also got hit with a crazy storm on the drive home, but we made it back safe - and with cheese.
Until next time, pretty pretty Amsterdam!