Amsterdam, May 24—
IT'S BEEN ONE OF those unsettled days when eating is done by and large unceremoniously. A cappuccino and a croissant for breakfast. Apple tart and a cappuccino at the Botanical Garden. Lunch at the Pannekoekenhuis Upstairs, a gember-spek (candied ginger and bacon) for me, the pancake as big as a dinner plate and light as a feather, with a glass of sparkling water. The best pannekoek I know of in Amsterdam, in a charming tiny room up a punitive flight of stairs. Supper in the hotel room: bread and salami, nuts and sherry. Not a healthful day, but we'll make up for it.
Upstairs
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