I usually judge a cafe by their comfy seating, their biscuits, and the type of candles that sit on the tables and how much of a cozy vibe they give out…
Against my better judgment, I am now sitting at what can only be a martini bar- called Players. I am sitting outside on cushioned wicker benches near a very modern pre=”modern “>looking glass encased fire and sipping a koffie verkeerd (~latte). Everyone around me is drinking either overpriced wine or huge tropical cocktails. I’m not exactly sure how I didn’t notice this when I sat down…
But, what can I say? I picked it for the comfy cushioned wicker benches and the warm flames spitting heat from the artistic glass tubes that will surely keep my hands a bit warmer while still allowing me to sit outside.
The waiter here is a tall, tan, and closely shaven Dutchman who, I believe, is supposed to drive the womenfolk inside of a bar that calls itself Players. Fortunately, he was so caught off guard by my ordering a warm coffee drink rather than a strong cocktail in his martini bar, that he has decided to let me be. & at least they are playing Frank Sinatra.
As I write, I can see a man taking a picture of a lovely Amsterdam street scene.
I also just saw someone walk by with a Madame Tussaud’s bag. I can’t imagine what you can buy at this place. Further, I can’t imagine what you would want to buy there. At a wax museum? Perhaps a small wax sculpture of Val Kilmer?
Now I can both see and hear a man peeing in a street urinal. I guess I didn’t notice that before either.
But, where else can you see this type of unique culture!?
ahhh… Amsterdam.
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