Rues of Roo

For the friend who needs a wedding photo here.

Walas, the only sane establishment in Holland V, without air con so high it’s for eskimoes, without pretending to be German, or Indian, or Italian when it so obviously isn’t. Without charging you double for ice cream just because they molest it before they serve it to you. For actually serving cocktails that taste good and waiters who seem to (mostly) know what they’re doing. For not having sixteen year olds.

For having one for ones, all the time. For good music. And wedges. And chicken wings.