Hanging out with the locals on the Prinsengracht.
Excellent outdoor seating for those brief moments the clouds lift, with splendid view to boot.
Reminds me of my youth spent in Brugges. Both days.
The food is a bit of a lottery, ranging from mourish to meh.
The steak came with a ‘spinach and potato pie’, that was really a warm spanish omlette. Which was weird with a beefy gravy.