Bill Clinton Apple Pie

Cafe Papaneiland Apple Pie

“If I cannot be with him, then I will settle for a hot, Dutch policeman.”

“Oh?”

“Yes.” The bartender took our orders. “But he cannot be one of those dealing with horses.” We raised our eyebrows. “I’m allergic to horses.”

This is a dollop of cream and a slice of what we call Bill Clinton Apple Pie at Cafe Papeneiland in Jordaan. A cafe epitomising gezellig. The conversation was absurd; the pie, delicious.

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