We left off in the valentines day story on the evening of valentines day after the amazing chocolate soufflés, but that was just the beginning of the soufflé saga.
We also still had to go out to eat.
The day started out with an amazing rendition of Job’s French Toast which in most cases is better than any french toasts I’ve had in restaurants. I’m hoping that when he does tell his tale, he’ll include directions to make his french toast because it is out of this world.
Additionally, he made some bacon and eggs and everything was perfect as it always is with practically all of the things he cooks.
(We did eat this french toast with maple syrup from AMERICA)
We had slept in and after breakfast, the majority of the day on valentines day part two was spent relaxing at home (we slept until around 11, so there weren’t that many more hours before dinner), me, working on the blog and Job browsing and catching up on the internet. We also looked into multiple recipes for a lighter soufflé, and watched both some Dutch TV and the olympics.
Around 18:30, I think, we decided that we were starting to get hungry. The day before, while Job was at work, I had thought to myself, man, I haven’t had sushi in some time… so when presented with the question as to what I wanted to dinner, I moused out, “… sushi?”
Lucky for me, that was the exact thing Job had been thinking, which is great, because, DAMN, I really wanted sushi!
In Amsterdam, there are a bunch of all you can eat sushi places, so we started on our adventure.
Things we didn’t think about:
- It was a Saturday night
- It was dinner time
- it’s kind of a holiday weekend and maybe others had the same thoughts on valentines day as us
- maybe making a reservation…? It never crossed our mind.
We threw on our coats and walked to the tram stop which is conveniently located next to Albert Heijn. We decided we would just quickly stop in and get the ingredients we would need to make our next type of soufflé.
IT WAS SO SUPER WINDY OUT. At one point we had to use force to actually keep walking into the wind.
We decided a lemon lavender soufflé would be up next on the docket. We needed to get more milk, eggs, lemons, and lavender oil.
We ended up only getting lemons because we decided we had enough eggs and milk, and didn’t want to carry those to dinner, and we were unsuccessful in finding lavender oil.. or lavender…whatever you would use in food.
At this point, well actually, after not finding anything in Albert Heijn, we actually walked to C1000 (pronounced saydousand; I kept calling it “see-thousand”) which is where we weighed and purchased our lemons, Job started to feel a little ill. Now as previously posted, I always carry water with me and offered him some of that. He was feeling light-headed and dizzy. From C1000, we walked back to our tram stop and Job sat down and we waited for the tram. I think Job was just a little dehydrated and hungry, and since we had been inside all day where it was warm, the temperature and wind sort of shocked his body. I also gave him a piece of chewing gum.
The tram arrived about eight minutes later and we went straight to Leidseplein. As we walked up to the restaurant, it started to rain. (…Typical) We went inside and Job spoke to the host. He turned back to me and said well they are full. We walked out and Job profusely apologized for not thinking about needed a reservation and not making one. Of course I told him there was no need to apologize and that we could go somewhere else. At this point, I was just hungry. On our way out of the restaurant, I had grabbed their business card. They’re a chain restaurant and so we called another one in Amsterdam who was also full for the night. Next we walked to a third one of these types of places to see if we could get in there. Also fully booked, but the restaurants were so empty. Oh well. At this point we were very near to UvA (Universiteit Van Amsterdam, or the University of Amsterdam). Job told me he knew of a good burger place and would that be okay? Well you all know of course that was perfectly fine with me. We made our way to Cafe ‘t Gasthuys.
We were seated almost immediately. After all of this, it was probably close to 20:00. We were hungry. We ended up ordering bread with garlic butter and arugula or rocket croquettes to start. We also both ordered the cheese burger.
It. Was. So. Much. Food. But it was happily welcomed into both of our mouthes and stomachs.
The bread with garlic butter was crunch on the outside and so soft on the inside, and the garlic butter just aromatic and tasty.
The croquettes were perfectly fried with a brown crunchiness on the outside and soft hot melty cheesy arugula on the inside.
The burgers were juicy and of course came with whisky sauce which is not something i’ve yet written about, but it’s a thing here for burgers.
We also enjoyed the side salad and fries that came along. Job of course ate his the dutch way with mayo and I ate mine the american way.. with ketchup.
From there we decided to take a quick stroll through the red light district. I wish that Ayla, Chauncey, and my sister were there with us. The nights we took them respectively to the RLD were both rainy, so they didn’t get to see any of the girls or what the RLD is really like… It’s such an oddity to me still. From there we walked a little further to our bus stop (normally we catch our bus from central station, but since we had eaten a lot, we decided to walk to the next bus stop) and got on and went home.
By the time we arrived back from our excursion, it was close to 22:00. We decided that was a bit too late to be cooking soufflés.
We did however end up making them the next night, which I guess would make this Valentines day time two part three, but instead, I’m going with Soufflé Saga, which will be a different story for a different day.
Although we didn’t get sushi like we both wanted, and we didn’t make our second soufflé, and well, we really didn’t do a whole lot, the second day of valentines day was just perfect for me. It was relaxing, delicious, and I got to spend some quality time with Job.
Additionally, I apologize for the lack of photos in this post, but I didn’t take pictures of dinner.
The Traveling Spoons 