Reversy Percy

Just when I stopped expecting further innovation on the M&S Percy Pig, further deliciousness appears.

Reversy Percy may even be better than the original.



Along the canals

A few weeks ago, A fine excuse to go to away presented itself when good friends Victoria & Troy planned a 2 day stopover in Amsterdam while en route from Chicago to adopt a child in Ethiopia.

The flight is extremely short from London at forty minutes or so. We were at our hotel by lunchtime and ready to go.

1st one!

By then, I had already mowed through three stroopwafels. The first one was consumed in the car from the airport.

I waste no time consuming local culture, you see. I also love stroopwafels.

We met all met up for lunch in a cafe near Rembrandt Square, and after lots of eating, Victoria & Troy went for a nap in an effort to beat jetlag, leaving Darren and I to walk around.

We walked and walked. We repeatedly got lost.

In a determined moment, Darren decided that we should find Anne Frank’s house. Despite being on the correct street and in a city with many tourist-friendly signs that provide directions to places such as Anne’s house, we failed miserably. This gross failure allowed us to answer like surly kids, “nothing” when asked later in the day what we did all afternoon.

Naturally, I consoled myself with more stroopwafels before having a pre-dinner catnap.

For dinner, we went on a bit of a wander and found ourselves at Brasserie Harkema.

Day II:

Pie for Breakfast!

Erik & I

The next morning, our plans to meet up at ten were changed due to uneven sleeping. Darren and I had a lovely breakfast out (yes, that’s pie!) and were about to continue our trek to nowhere, when I decided to invoke plan E.

As I hadn’t expected anyone’s jetlag before our trip, I had mailed my friend Erik, who works in Amsterdam, to let him know I’d very briefly be in town but that meeting up might have to wait until my next visit. Fortunately, Erik was having a quiet day, and was happy to have us visit his labs on very short notice. We enjoyed the grand tour at the University before heading back to meet Victoria and Troy for lunch.

Lost? Never!

After our wonderful tour, we met back up with Victoria & Troy, ate more lunch, attempted to shop, and wandered to the Rijksmuseum, which like so many buildings in the city was covered in scaffolding and under some sort of renovation. Fortuantely, part of the permanent collection was still open.

Delicious De Kas

Naturally, we got lost a few times, but we managed to find our way home in time to get ready for dinner at De Kas, which is a restaurant which sources from its own farms and greenhouses.

The food was brilliant, and the space was lovely. This is a restaurant that I’d include in my top 15 easily.

After a good night’s sleep, it was time to head back to London, with plenty of licorice to tide me over until our next visit.

Daiwa Katsu Day!

Diawa London

It is entirely possible that I’m the only one who wonders if the food is better at the subsidized cafeterias of other investment banks. If not, please feel free to read on.

Getting In

While out a few weeks ago, a friend raved about the chicken katsu curry available in the Daiwa Bank Cafeteria.
Of course I had to ask if I could drop by and have the Daiwa Katsu experience, and he kindly said yes.

Daiwa Katsu Day was scheduled, marked on the calendar, and after much anticipation, arrived today.

I arrived at Daiwa’s offices on King William Street, right in time to snap the picture above.

The Famed Katsu!

After signing in and obtaining a visitor’s pass, it was time to feast…and feast we did!

For starters, while their cafeteria is tiny, this chicken katsu was huge. The rice was sticky, the chicken’s coating was crunchy, and I chowed my way right into a food coma that I might not have emerged from were it not for the walk back to my office.

As office food goes, this is totally an A+.

ありがとうございます Daiwa!

Franc v Tube: Détente

10 months since the start of Franc v Tube, I’m officially admitting détente.

Given my stubborn nature, I recognize that this decision may come as a surprise. It’s not that I can’t complete this, but when I consider that:

  • I am not allowed to run until 12 July 2010 (4 months from the date of my second nerve block)
  • I no longer live in Putney, which makes running there seem a bit pointless.

…it seems like it is time to pick a new goal.

So my current goal is not to need another epidural in July, as surely I can have croissants outside of the day surgery ward.

I’ll pick something more athletic, maybe in August.