yokiyo.

Albert HeijnStein; Mata Hari; Yokiyo menu; Bruggse Zot in the Yokiyo bar, where we were supposed to meet Johnny D and Mila. Time passed. The owner/manager sent us some free fish cakes b/c our friends were now 20 minutes late. Finally I got an SMS, and a cryptic texting exchange followed wherein we subtly accused each other of being late and and being assholes. After about another 15 minutes of us each trying to ascertain the other's ETA we realized we were both at the restaurant already.

At last we were upstairs, and lo and behold there were pitchers of maybe Brand; then we sat at the ready around the grill preparing to devour something; and then we went to de De Engelbewaarder for a discussion about bone magnets and water vans.