Having climbed the tall religious building, and with time to kill before dinner, we head (through the absolutely torrential rain) to Jopenkerk, a nearby converted old church which is now quite a substantial bar. We worm our way through twisting corridors to find a table to fit the three of us in a side room and are thrilled by the presence of a) table service and b) bar snacks. Doing the calculus with regards to time until dinner and size of earlier lunch, I’m straight into both, ordering up some bitterballen and some chips, as well as a very nice IPA. There is some brief confusion as it turns out that two tables in this room have the same table number (those crazy Dutch!), but all is resolved soon. They are exactly the kind of comforting fried carbs I’m looking for. We while away some time playing cards with some beer and some snacks and it’s exactly the kind of low stakes afternoon I needed on this holiday. Eventually, we realise George will need to change out of his shorts before we go to the nice restaurant, and the rain has fortunately cleared up, so we make our move back to Amsterdam.