When we last blogged, we had said that an exciting evening was in store for us…we are here to confirm that the evening was quite exciting indeed because we know you all were really interested and worried about that. We went to this crazy restaurant called SupperClub which Lonely Planet recommended and it was nutsss. Apparently there are other SupperClubs around the world but the Amsterdam location is the original. Our concierge Tim told us that the place was quite casual…translation for Mo and Lo: no apparent need to change out of our Pumas and Converse, respectively. However, upon arrival, we wished we had thought better of it. 
We were prepared for a pretty atypical dining experience, as the LP description indicated there would be live entertainment during our meal among other surprises. Nowhere in the description though did it mention that this “experience” would exceed five hours and include various dj sets, mandatory shoe removal and a drag diva singing such hits as “Aint No Mountain High Enough” with a noticeable accent. Oh, and the whole restaurant was one giant wrap-around bed with pillows that made us both want to sleep between courses. Somewhere between a delicious fish course and ridiculously tender meat course (P.S. the menu is fixed and they do not tell you what you are eating, and only do so reluctantly upon badgering inquiry, which Mo of course insisted on) the whole restaurant/club (it really is like a nightclub for foodies) started jumping and dancing on their respective mattresses, rocking out to none other than that song that just keeps repeating: ‘[insert female nationality here] they get crazzzzy na nann nana na na.” Naturally, we obliged, validating the song’s lyrics as proud Latinas. That night, we had our best sleep yet and kissed jet lag goodbye.
The next morning, we ventured to Amsterdam’s two most famous museums: the Rijksmuseum and the Van Gogh Museum. The latter was definitely our favorite and sure to be a highlight of this trip because of one very special reason. Though usually displayed at MOMA in New York City, Van Gogh’s “Starry Night” was on special loan for an exhibition called “Van Gogh’s Colors of the Night” to our great surprise and delight. Not to mention we also happened to visit on the last day of the exhibit. Seeing as how it was pouring rain by the time we were done, we thought it only fitting to purchase a “Starry Night” umbrella to complement our sketchy 90s Adidas umbrella. Still, we got totally soaked because we did not want to leave the area without seeing Vondel Park and walked through a torrential downpour to see it. We were glad we did though because it is certainly one of the prettiest and most lush parks we have seen.
We were prepared for a pretty atypical dining experience, as the LP description indicated there would be live entertainment during our meal among other surprises. Nowhere in the description though did it mention that this “experience” would exceed five hours and include various dj sets, mandatory shoe removal and a drag diva singing such hits as “Aint No Mountain High Enough” with a noticeable accent. Oh, and the whole restaurant was one giant wrap-around bed with pillows that made us both want to sleep between courses. Somewhere between a delicious fish course and ridiculously tender meat course (P.S. the menu is fixed and they do not tell you what you are eating, and only do so reluctantly upon badgering inquiry, which Mo of course insisted on) the whole restaurant/club (it really is like a nightclub for foodies) started jumping and dancing on their respective mattresses, rocking out to none other than that song that just keeps repeating: ‘[insert female nationality here] they get crazzzzy na nann nana na na.” Naturally, we obliged, validating the song’s lyrics as proud Latinas. That night, we had our best sleep yet and kissed jet lag goodbye. The next morning, we ventured to Amsterdam’s two most famous museums: the Rijksmuseum and the Van Gogh Museum. The latter was definitely our favorite and sure to be a highlight of this trip because of one very special reason. Though usually displayed at MOMA in New York City, Van Gogh’s “Starry Night” was on special loan for an exhibition called “Van Gogh’s Colors of the Night” to our great surprise and delight. Not to mention we also happened to visit on the last day of the exhibit. Seeing as how it was pouring rain by the time we were done, we thought it only fitting to purchase a “Starry Night” umbrella to complement our sketchy 90s Adidas umbrella. Still, we got totally soaked because we did not want to leave the area without seeing Vondel Park and walked through a torrential downpour to see it. We were glad we did though because it is certainly one of the prettiest and most lush parks we have seen. We then got a bit lost, but luckily found refuge in a coffeeshop and realized we were starving and wanted to try Indonesian food upon Catherine Lyons’ fabulous recommendation. Unfortunately, the place we found in our little book was closed on Sunday (boo) but fortunately, there were six other Indonesian restaurants on the street (yay). We picked one that was tiny and inviting and had received one of the best introductions we could ask for to a type of food we’d never tasted before. Unbelievably delicious. 
We left very satisfied and exhausted from walking all over in the inclement weather so we decided to head back to the hotel to “rejuvenate” and ended up just sleeping the night away, which was for the best since we had an early morning check-out and departure for Bruges. Just for good measure, we made sure to have some last-minute Dutch pancakes at a little place near the train station. Very excited to move on to the next phase of breakfast delicacies in the next city: Belgian waffles, chocolate and beer (or any combination of the three).
Ok, dag! (That means goodbye in Dutch!)
yayy for indo food!
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