Where horses used to fearlessly tread, the one and only restaurant inside the castle grounds in Amerongen began its life as a horse stable — and it showed. Despite the modern elements everywhere, it was clear the extra-long table we sat ourselves down at was used as a pony condo of sorts. The horsehead hanging over our table pretty much confirming that theory. After years of living and learning, and living and learning some more, whenever I find myself eating out, I now appreciate the architecture more than the food – it’s saved me from frustration and heartache more times than I can count. Not saying the food here is terrible (which I used to say a lot until recently), it’s just not the highlight. Which is a shame considering how nice the surroundings are.