We were still in Crete when autumn came to Amsterdam. I left the tree by my window green to find it irreversibly yellow. My tanned skin and the memories brought from sunny lands kept me in denial for a couple of days.
But then the weekend came and Tom suggested we go out for a movie in the West. My plan for Saturday was to stay home, edit the photos from Crete and blog about our holiday. I accepted the invitation though. We arrived at Lab 111 shortly after 12:00 to see Baby Driver, a movie chosen by Tom. I would have probably gone for something more “pretentious” – to quote my boyfriend. You see, our taste in movies is not exactly similar, but we get along by alternating each other’s choices. This way I end up seeing – and liking – movies I would have never otherwise considered. And the other way around.
There was no one selling tickets yet, so we went to the bar and ordered coffee. We remembered how last time we had been at Lab 111, almost a year ago, in winter, we had to wait for the person with the key to the projection room, who was running late. Just like now, our visit happened on a Saturday, early afternoon. Although we don’t come here often – maybe because we live on the other side of the city – this cafe, restaurant, cinema and exhibition space has never ceased to leave an impression on me each time I visit. Not because the young people running it are so relaxed. Not even because it is such a hidden gem in the city. It all has to do with the fact that here, the coffees, the dinners, the movies are happening in a former “pathological anatomical laboratory.” While I don’t know what that literally means, it does sound a bit creepy to me. For this reason alone being at Lab 111 is quite a thing.
We both liked the movie – so much that we had to stay for another drink and talk about it. The place had become more animated in the meantime. I liked the look of the cafe: hanging plants vaguely reminding me of the biology lab at school, photographs of an artist we had not heard of and with a theme we could not guess, a big medical lamp, like the ones used in surgery rooms, above the communal table. I remembered why Amsterdam was my home. It’s places like these that make the city special.
On Sunday we met friends for coffee at Black Gold – perhaps my favourite coffee place in Amsterdam – where you can enjoy quality brews while listening to quality tunes. This cafe is right around the corner from our former apartment in the city, so we do not miss a chance to go there.
As usual, whenever we meet Bianca and Dani for coffee we end up having lunch together, as well. This time we went to Bakhuys, where I tasted the wood-fired oven pizza for the first time. I must say I loved it. The orange topping in the photo is spicy pumpkin – yum!
And this is how, slowly, we are getting back to our autumnal weekend habits. Movies in quirky cinemas on rainy afternoons, coffee or fresh mint tea in cafes, browsing magazines in search for events, lazy Sundays with good food and friends, walks in the city, photographs… Autumn is here to stay, so instead of showing any more resistance, I decided to swim with it.