Adaptive reuse is everywhere, and in the most unlikely places.
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.