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Wilde Zwijnen

By Danielleabroad @danielleabroad
I didn't expect to return to Amsterdam after my 2009 pre-orientation visit. Of course I'd enjoyed the charming city, and I'd even been introduced to Indonesian cuisine and polarizing populism there—we studied the tensions following Theo Van Gogh's murder by Mohammed Bouyeri, a Dutch, Moroccan, and Muslim man—but I wasn't exactly hooked. Then, Lorelei was hired to work in the Hague, and Jorgie was accepted to a Master's program at the University of Amsterdam. Last November 19th, I returned to the Dutch capital for the third time (via a train from Paris) to reunite with my brother and best friends. Rachael had flown in from London.
wilde zwijnen wilde zwijnen wilde zwijnen From Centraal Station, Rachael, Lorelei, and I ventured to Brouwerij't for a beer before our dinner reservations at Wilde Zwijnen, where we then opted for the chef's tasting menu and sparkling apéritifs. By the time Jorgie came to meet us, we were a few glasses of wine in, giddy in our catch-up. We'd already fully debriefed on the then-recent election results. For a night, all felt right in the world. wilde zwijnen wilde zwijnen wilde zwijnen And it really was, because there's something to be said about the privilege of being cozy, well-nourished, surrounded by those with whom you can freely express ridicule of impending new rules and the elimination of others while also admitting cynicism towards infinite Bey-worship... we're all human, no? (I suppose some of us are more "enlightened".)

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