1. Jan and Willem decided to treat themselves to a decent lunch for a change. Most days, they brought a prepared lunch to work, but today they felt like walking on the wild side. As their office is in the entertainment district of Leidseplein, they sought out a decent bistro that serves quick, hot fare while avoiding the places with overinflated prices usually reserved for tourists. As consensus is the preferred method of decision-making in the Netherlands, Jan and Willem agree to eat at De Balie, a cafe/restaurant just north of the former church/current headquarters of live music worship, Paradiso. They grab a table near the front window with the intention of catching as much vitamin D as possible whilst enjoying tostis and a few non-alcoholic beverages. In typical Dutch fashion, the waitress arrives casually dilatory and utters the Dutch equivalency of “What can I get you two to drink?” Jan retorts instinctively with immediacy and tells the pretty blond waitress the Dutch equivalency of ”I will have a milk, please.” Willem looks at Jan as if he is the idea factory and follows up with the Dutch equivalency of “Damn Jan, that is a fucking good-ass choice. You know what? Bring me one of those cold glasses of cow milk too.” The waitress leaves and allows the gentlemen to peruse the menu. Willem leans over to Jan and says the Dutch equivalency of “I fucking love milk, Jan. Fucking love it.”
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    Jan and Willem decided to treat themselves to a decent lunch for a change. Most days, they brought a prepared lunch to work, but today they felt like walking on the wild side. As their office is in the entertainment district of Leidseplein, they sought out a decent bistro that serves quick, hot fare while avoiding the places with overinflated prices usually reserved for tourists. As consensus is the preferred method of decision-making in the Netherlands, Jan and Willem agree to eat at De Balie, a cafe/restaurant just north of the former church/current headquarters of live music worship, Paradiso. They grab a table near the front window with the intention of catching as much vitamin D as possible whilst enjoying tostis and a few non-alcoholic beverages. In typical Dutch fashion, the waitress arrives casually dilatory and utters the Dutch equivalency of “What can I get you two to drink?” Jan retorts instinctively with immediacy and tells the pretty blond waitress the Dutch equivalency of ”I will have a milk, please.” Willem looks at Jan as if he is the idea factory and follows up with the Dutch equivalency of “Damn Jan, that is a fucking good-ass choice. You know what? Bring me one of those cold glasses of cow milk too.” The waitress leaves and allows the gentlemen to peruse the menu. Willem leans over to Jan and says the Dutch equivalency of “I fucking love milk, Jan. Fucking love it.”

     
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