On Friday, we went with Dr. Rust to 's-Hertogenbosch, a city about an hour and a half north of here by rail, to attend a klezmer concert. Dr. Rust has the group's first CD and really loves it, so he was excited to go.
We came into town about four hours early so that we'd have time to pick up our tickets and snoop around the city a little bit. The concert venue, an old synagogue, ended up not opening until about an hour before the show, so we had to spend most of our time walking around.
We decided that we'd like to eat some dinner, so we headed down a promising-looking street, one lined with cafes and restaurants. Most of them seemed way too expensive, so we were happy to find a place that was selling entrees for around 10 Euro apiece. Good deal! Erik ordered the "confit du canard" (duck something-or-other) with truffle sauce. Dr. Rust and I both ordered some fish fillet with risotto. Sounded good and especially appropriate for Erik, since the group we were going to see was the Vilde Katshke, the Wild Duck. Unfortunately, when our food came to the table, we realized why we were getting cheap prices on an expensive street. Quality over quantity, you see. Dr. Rust and I each had an okay-sized fish fillet on about two spoonfuls of risotto. Erik had a duck leg with a tiny triangle of puff pastry perched on top. Okay, it was a duck leg and part of a duck thigh. Have you ever seen a duck leg? Imagine a chicken leg, just 2/3 the size, at best. I really wish we'd had the presence of mind to take a picture of that thing. It tasted good, apparently. There wasn't enough to share, for sure, so I had to take Erik's word for it.
After leaving the cafe, we headed straight for Subway.
The concert was really fun and good. Unfortunately, the group tells stories along with the music. Everyone else in the audience seemed pretty amused by the stories and jokes, but none of us speak Dutch, so we were pretty lost. The group has an accordianist, a violinist, and one guy who can play anything even remotely related to the clarinet. It's kind of like Fiddler on the Roof music, I guess. Think Motl and Tzeitl's wedding reception, before the police come and break up the party. We'll be buying at least one of Vilde Katshke's CDs soon and will probably subject you to it at some point. Forewarned is forearmed.
3 comments:
When you started a tale of dinner, I was worried that a month from now you guys might return a little large. Is that an oxymoron? I laughed at Erik's duck leg/thigh. There is just about nothing there
Now I have checked for updates twice and there were none. :-( Get with it! ddd
Thinking you don't have enough to eat makes me feel like crying. I miss you both! Mom.
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