It’s 3am in Amsterdam, you’re drunk and you’re wandering through the notorious Red Light District. We won’t ask why - that’s your business. You’re probably just having a look around, right? It doesn’t matter. The point is, you need something in your belly to soak up all that alcohol, something warm to keep your hunger at bay until morning when the cafes open and you can get that paper-thin pancake with the apples on top, and you need something cheap because you don’t have much money on you right now. Again, we won’t ask why.
So you step into your only salvation, the harsh fluorescent lighting attracting you like a moth to the flame: Febo - a faster than fast-food establishment that features any number of deep fried croquettes, hamburgers and cheeseburgers all sitting behind little glass windows like ladies of the night, shamelessly displaying themselves, teasing you. You inch closer, both nervous and excited at the prospect of what you’re about to do. It’s so bad…and so, so good.Read More