|The outdoor terrace at L’Invite de Restaurant, a French restaurant that looks like it’s worth a try|
While walking around, we chanced upon this line for Italian ice cream. My friend, Delphine, said this was the best ice cream in the city which I took as a challenge to see if it was true or not. I suddenly found myself feeling like a hobbit at the back of this freakishly tall woman while waiting for my turn.
After trying just one flavor, my favorite pistachio, I think my friend may be on to something. It was finger-lickin’ good (and surprisingly cheaper than Berthillion).
|Enjoying a drink on the Prinsengracht|