I’m under the towering church spire in the tidy Dutch market town of Haarlem, tempted to eat a pickled herring. The sign atop the mobile van reads: “Jos Haring—Gezond en Lekkerrr” (healthy and deeeeeelicious).
I order by pointing and ask, “Gezond?”
I’m under the towering church spire in the tidy Dutch market town of Haarlem, tempted to eat a pickled herring. The sign atop the mobile van reads: “Jos Haring—Gezond en Lekkerrr” (healthy and deeeeeelicious).
I order by pointing and ask, “Gezond?”