The Husband hates layovers because he’s just one of those people who do not want to waste time and energy in another place, so he always wants to fly direct to whatever destination. He was flat out disappointed when he learned that we had a 5-hour layover in Amsterdam, instead of flying direct from Dubai to Atlanta.
I, on the other hand, enjoy layovers. It is an insanely cheap-ass way of visiting two countries in one go. And if you know me, I am all for cost efficiencies. I know we won’t get the chance to step out of the Amsterdam airport (all because we didn’t have Schengen visas. Boo!), but still I knew that these 1st world airports (Please let us not talk about my home country’s sh*tty international airport. The thought itself is a downer.) would provide us with much fun and entertainment that the 5–hours would just whiz by. And oh my, did the time at the Schipol Amsterdam airport really fly by.
The Husband and I were like children set free in an open playground! Despite the lack of sleep and jetlag, we had the energy to hop, skip and run around the airports attractions: a library with reading area, relaxation and massage therapy area, a museum, souvenir shops and, of course, eateries!
Though we have been vehemently advised by a passionate Franco foodie friend not to eat kroketten (Dutch croquettes), just like naughty children who always manage to do the opposite of what they’re told, we did eat kroketten. In fact, we even had them two ways.
First, we had the more affordable demon of a fast food version from – where else – McDonald’s. A 2-Euro treat, this was enough to satiate one’s cravings for deep fried, crispy crusted, creamy and beefy pureed potatoes.
A thin, round kroketten, smothered with what seems to be a mayo, mustard, pickle dressing, squashed in between the standard McDonald’s cheeseburger bun. The Husband loved it. I loved it. So it was worth another try…
Then we had the doubly expensive and equally sinful one from the Dutch Kitchen. Instead of just a thin kroketten patty, we were treated with two hefty logs of Dutch goodness coupled with two thick slices of brown bread. I skipped the bread and just grabbed them crispy Dutch logs. Omnomnomz!
Our verdict on the ill-advised kroketten: YUM! Highly recommended specially on those sluggish, drunken late nights out.
Check out how much kroketten drunken fun The Husband had:
Thanks Amsterdam for making the Schipol airport a wonderful experience for layover haters (now somehow turned into a lover) and lovers!
Delirious about delicious,
P.S. I guess the only thing that would’ve made our layover more magical was some boxes of those fabulous stroopwafels, which we were not able to buy before getting on the plane en route to Atlanta 🙁