I've not been stupid, mind. I know that in March, bare arms or legs are a bad idea in the Northern Hemisphere. I mean that I've gone out without a hat or gloves, or occasionally thought that a flash of bare ankle might be a good idea.
In London, this would be fine. It's unnaturally warm there, so going out in the middle of winter and showing flesh other than the face is do-able. Even if it's chilly, unless you are waiting for hours at Clapham Junction or another frigid Network Rail station (Balham, anyone?) you're going to be ok. You can pop into a cafe if your ankles get really cold.
Sometimes I've looked askance at the American bloggers I like reading. They post these great photos of snowy New York/ Washington/ Michigan somewhere and about January they start moaning about how bored they are with the cold. At that point, I think to myself 'Oh give over!'. For someone used to the relatively light temperature swings of the southern UK, the thought of temperature extremes is quite exciting.
However, Rotterdam - while not offering me snow in abundance - is proving to be a tricky place. It's typically a couple of degrees lower than London on any given day, but much windier and colder somehow. I have seen people bundled up as though we were in New York in double digit negative numbers (Celsius) and after a couple of months, (yes I am quite slow to catch on) I realise why. It's just chuffing chilly here.
So over the past week or so, as it's been warming up, I've really been enjoying it. We went on a walk in the dunes last week which was both sunny and windy. And today has been like early summer. We walked in Het Park and had to take off our coats. I had bare legs. Then I began to think I should have worn short sleeves. I took photos of the tall ships lines up along the riverside for a race, and of W in front of the most lovely magnolia tree.
Burger review: Hamburger
Following on from my considerations on flat whites in London, I decided to review burger bars in Rotterdam, as we eat there. Yesterday we went to Hamburger on Witte de Withstraat. I had a skinny burger with cheese and W had a triple cheeseburger with fries.
Let's start with the fries - of course I pinched some. Stolen fries don't count, everyone knows that. They were just so good, dark golden and crispy. I think they may have been double fried.
The burger was also great - if a little on the small side. Very juicy and well formed, with good processed cheese on top. It came with a pleasant salad instead of the bun, and the price was reduced by one euro, which is unusual!
W's looked good - but he is not able to say why. He says 'it was a good burger, with nice cheese. And I liked it'.
Hamburger is a nice little bar on the first floor above another restaurant. It has a wide range of beers, including my favourite Brew Dog Dead Pony, although we had wine on this occasion. The decor is mostly in the hallway and on the stairs, and it is kind of psychedelic.
I think I'm going to rather the following 5 attributes - and by skinnification, I mean: how successfully have they made a burger low carb?
Service: 9/10
Decor/ Atmosphere: 8/10 (nice decor, menus a little grubby.)
Burger: 8/10
Fries: 10/10
Skinnification: 8/10
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