Sunday Brunch at Louie Louie

Waking up late on Sunday mornings, the sun on my face, is one of life’s blessings. A cup of coffee later, we’re ready to go out.

Today’s pick for brunch, Louie Louie, looks nothing like an Amsterdam bar. Across the street from the Tropenmuseum, in the East, the generous space resembles a London venue.

We lean back on a comfortable, dark leather sofa. Sunlight fills the place through the large windows and casts a warm shade against the dramatic, grey walls, turquoise chairs, and dark brown furniture. My eyes are happy.

We order juice, eggs, bread and butter, granola with yoghurt and fruits, and a torta cubana – a decadent, meaty sandwich for my boyfriend. It’s raining by the time we start eating.

The food is good, and we are satisfied. Over a subsequent cup of espresso, we check the movie agenda.

We leave Louie Louie with the regret of not being able to fit in any of their churros with chili-cinnamon syrup and cream. Next time, we say.

We open the umbrella and off we go, under the pouring rain.