Another breakfast has come to pass. After trying once years ago and failing miserably, my string of first-time experiences during Joel’s stay continued with a pilgrimage, this time wildly successfully, to Greenwoods on Singel. We were there early enough that we were the first ones through the door and so had our choice of where to sit – I chose the cozy, read: tiny, table by the one corner window that provided both some level of privacy and an occasional wisp of cool, fresh, autumn air. The English breakfast and cappuccino were memorably delicious, further proof of why the restaurant was as popular as it is, and the empty tables I saw coming in were all occupied as we went out, hunger satisfied and content. I can now honestly say I’ve been there and enjoyed it.