Life in the Netherlands, or, Holland is lekker, Part Three.

As un-French as you can get
the other day amy and i were enjoying some bagel sandwiches for lunch at my new favorite cafe in the hague. we were sitting at a four top, because it had been the only free table when we came in. we're halfway through our meal when a group of 5 comes in, and the waitress asks us if we'll move to a recently vacated 2 person table. we didn't mind, of course, but as i carried my lunch across the room, i was struck with the thought of how different holland is from france. in france, mealtime is a sacred event, and a waiter would never commit the cardinal sin of interrupting your meal and asking you to move tables.

Sprinkles for breakfast
i used to think that the only people who would legitimately eat chocolate sprinkles for breakfast every day would be young children slightly lacking in parental discipline. however, along with being every sugar-crazed child's delight, sprinkles are an acceptable and even typical dutch breakfast food. they are called hagel slaag and the dutch eat them on sliced bread every morning. you heard me right, people: sprinkles on bread = normal adult breakfast. in defense of the dutch, though, hagel slaag is chocolately amazingness and if i was allowed to eat it for breakfast every morning without judgement, i might do it too. it is pretty lekker sprinkled on a slice of peanut butter toast.