Pissing in the street

So the recession has obviously hit this blog.... hard... fucking hard. We need more posts people... so I'm not going to apologise for the lateness of this foreign correspondence. Anyways, turns out the Dutch just piss all over the place... in the street... in front of everyone. There are no doors on that baby.

On the Advance of Burger Delivery Systems

In Amsterdam your burgers are no longer administered by minimum-wage earning, teenage puss bags - they have rightfully been transferred to the domain of the machines. These tasty little fuckers will set you back about E2.20 for the deluxe edition and are never older than 15 minutes which is surprisingly good value. Available options are the usual (chicken, beef and I think fish although I didn't try it), extras are lettuce, onions and some kind of mayo-tomato hybrid sauce, all served on a fresh sesame seed bun.

For your average tourist (stoned, whore-mongering European) dealing with a vending machine is a lot less complicated than conversing with the Dutch, which is why these fast food arrays get 4/5 bones for taste, value and convenience.

UPDATE: Turns out this is how your great-grandfather got his munch on when he was out whoring in European cities: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Automat

It would seem that we are in the twilight of the Automat era.

Foreign correspondence, you cunts

Apparently Dutch tolerance doesn't extend to the handicapped.

Foreign Correspondence: Eating in Spain

The Spainiards raise their collective middle finger to vegetarian health geeks everywhere and pack their markets chock to the rim with meat and spicey sausage, eat platters of greasy seafood with beer and cigars for breakfast, and take their pizza in a cone (which is nowhere as good as it looks).

Also Gaudi is overrated. From the outside the Sagrada Família looks like God squatted down and pinched off four nutty ones. The inside makes you want to grab a railgun, hide in the rafters and start bagging Eurotrash.