Pancakes as big as a frisbee!

One of the many lessons I've learned traveling is that guidebooks are
often out of date. The costs are too low (1,10 for a ride on the tram
in Amsterdam? No, no, that's 2,60 now.), the times wrong (where's the
11 a.m. bike tour? Oh, it's at 11:30 now... and there's also one at
noon!), and the restaurants, well, they close.

A lot.

You learn quickly to be flexible.

After two veggie-friendly restaurants didn't work out last night
(Green Planet had closed, despite all the rave reviews we read; the
one we were steered to next told us glumly, "We're out of food!"), we
ended up at The Pancake Bakery, near the Anne Frank House.

Pancakes seem very popular here, and (like crepes in France) come in
the sweet or savory variety.

I ordered a bacon, cheese, onion pancake, which literally flopped off
the edges of the plate.

It was crispy on the edges and built like a pancake I had in San
Francisco once - two fine layers with toppings hidden in the middle.
The bacon was so salty (seems to be an Amsterdam theme) and the cheese
quite delicious.

Shiloh got the apple and cheese pancake, which looked pretty similar
from the outside: "The salty fried cheese was the best."