After endlessly wondering over the years of what Groningen could offer, the time came to finally find out for myself. After asking my partner more than a handful of times whether it was worth going to Groningen, each answer was the same. After driving almost two hours and 190 kilometers through, I kid not, rain, hail, wind, and sun, my partner-in-crime and I arrived in a calm, Dutch city just like any other. I didn’t have to wonder anymore – Groningen was kinda blah.
Since it was a provincial capital and a university city, and I hadn’t really seen a Dutch city that was a disappointment – except maybe Rotterdam in my early days – my hopes were a little high that the long drive would be worth it. If the highlight of a city though is how big their toasted sandwiches are, it doesn’t say much – or maybe it says volumes. In any case, curiosity satisfied, capital city checked, thanks and so long, Groningen. It’s been interesting. Not really.