J’adore FEBO: Amsterdam and an “Incredible” Dining Experience

A few days ago we had our midterm break and I decided to travel to one of my favourite cities, Amsterdam, to spend four nights. 

There are a lot of things I could say about why I love Amsterdam.  There’s the open, accepting, and progressive live-and-let-live sort of attitude.  There’s the beautiful canals and architecture.  There’s even the red-light district if you’re interested in that sort of thing. (And THAT turned out to be very different to explore as an adult!  I didn’t realize how much people tried to pull you in to the sex shows and such when I last went at sixteen!)  Finally, there’s the food.

As we had studied food culture and gastronomy in France and read some writings by individuals such as Julia Child, MFK Fisher, and A.J. Liebling it was only natural that we would approach Dutch cuisine with the same degree of studiousness and with a serious intent to learn.

One restaurant, if you can even call it that, really stuck in our minds.

That “restaurant” is FEBO.

FEBO (pronounced fay-bo, according to the internet) is a chain that sells burgers, fries, and snacks.  I know what you’re thinking; “What makes that Dutch?”  Well, well, well, just you wait and see.  The unique thing about FEBO is that the majority of the food products can be bought out of food vending machines in the wall, my friend.

True glory.

The way it works is that you put your exact change in, press the button next to the food item you want, and the door will then open to let you grab it.  There is a change machine if you only have bills.  Fries and drinks are not in the machines, but you can buy those up at the counter.  Ice cream and milkshakes can also be bought at the counter.  I’ll admit that I find it strange that they don’t have the drinks in a vending machine considering the fact that the food is in machines.  Oh well. 

I tried five different items at FEBO and I’ll rank them for you, worst to best:

Fifth Place: The Grill burger:

The Grill burger with a kaassofflé

This burger was honestly very, very mediocre.  The patty, like all FEBO burgers I tried, barely seemed like an edible food product.  It is topped with lettuce, which surprisingly still had some crispness to it, and an orange-coloured sauce, which I thought seemed almost similar to a thousand-island dressing.  It was sort of sweet and tangy, and definitely improved the taste of the burger overall.

I am not picky when it comes to food and so I wolfed it down (and even enjoyed it).  That being said, I can recognize that it was nothing gourmet.  Perhaps the addition of cheese or bacon could have improved it.

All in all, I’d still buy it, but not as a first choice.

Fourth Place: Vital:

Mmm…looks appetizing, doesn’t it?

The translated version of the FEBO website (www.febo.nl) describes this product as a “crispy vegetarian banquet of creamy ragout and fresh vegetable broth.”  I’d describe it as a strange stick of mystery mush that has been deep fried.  What is inside this?  I honestly couldn’t tell you.  Maybe potatoes?  Dairy?  It does seem creamy.  There’s got to be veggies too, right?

The fact that this is a more Dutch snack, as well as the fact that the mystery mush didn’t actually taste bad, brings it up to the forth place.  Quite honestly, I’d say it’s a feat of food engineering that the FEBO people were able to design something that is so pleasantly crispy on the outside and strangely mushy on the inside.

Third Place: Bacon Burger:

This burger was definitely an improvement over the Grill Burger.  It includes the same weird patty, bacon, lettuce, pickles, and a yellowish sauce with green flecks.  The sauce looked similar to a béarnaise, but of course it was not.  It was a fairly neutral tasting sauce and I’d guess that it is mayonnaise-based.  One other weird thing about this burger is that the pickles were sweet, which was strange for me because in Canada we usually have unsweet pickles on burgers.

This burger gets a higher ranking due to the addition of crispy bacon and crunchy pickles.  Everything else was on the same level as the Grill Burger.

Second Place: Chicken burger:

Plain and simple!  The chicken burger was the best sandwich out of the bunch!  It reminded me a little bit of a McDonalds junior chicken (except this was one a sesame seed bun).  On the burger there is a thin chicken patty, some sort of mayonnaise sauce, and lettuce.  I found the chicken patty to be much more appetizing than the beef one in terms of texture.  Sure, it was still not a “real” chicken texture, but if I can get down with a chicken nugget then, surely, I could eat that.  There’s not much else to say here.  Sometimes simple is best!

First Place: Kaassoufflé:

From left to right: Vital, Bacon burger, Kaassoufflé

The mother of all FEBO foods.  I could eat ten right now.  I would kill for a kaassoufflé. 

This product is pastry encased, breaded, and deep-fried gouda cheese.  The Dutch eat a lot of gouda.  And, unlike other processed cheese products I’ve tried at fast food places, this one actually seems to contain real cheese.  It has a strong flavour and a perfectly crispy outside.  The fact that’s it’s real, aged cheese is good news for someone like me since real cheese contains a lot less lactose than milk.

All I can say is that if you’re going to stop at FEBO, or, honestly, if you’re going to Amsterdam at all, you must, must, MUST eat a kaassouflé.  And, sure, you could buy them at a different snack place, but why would you when FEBO grants you the independence to get it for yourself out of the wall?

See? Don’t Alison, Zoe, and I look happy?

The Journey to France and Arrival in Tours

Hi everyone,

Today is my first full day in Tours.  We arrived yesterday (Saturday) afternoon and it was quite a journey getting here…

First, five other people from the field school and I left Vancouver on Friday around 1:30. 

The flight started off quite well, and I was beyond excited that champagne and wine were included as an aperitif and with the meal.  I felt a little bit like the girls in the section we had to read from Gentlemen Prefer Blondes for this week. The section was called “Paris is Devine.” I thought that having alcohol included with the meal was quite “devine.” Really, does it get more elegant than that? And I’m certainly at least as ridiculous as those girls are.

I’ll be honest and say that I had no idea what the word “aperitif” meant, and so I made a little bit of a fool of myself there.  Google says it’s a drink you have before you eat to “stimulate the appetite.”  Oh well, I got my aperitif anyways, a glass of champagne, even though I thought that the word probably meant appetizer.

We had no idea of the struggle that lay ahead…

Then, we had the meal.  Since I had pre-ordered a vegan meal I got to eat before everyone else!  It was General Tao tofu, and was surprisingly good for plane food.  I had assumed that it wouldn’t be spicy because it’s got to appeal to everyone, but maybe they figure that vegans are a bit more adventurous food wise.  It had a nice kick to it.  (I’m not actually vegan, just lactose intolerant.)

Everything was going smoothly until the last couple hours of the flight.  I read another 130 pages or so of one of our course books, All the Light we Cannot See by Anthony Doerr, finished watching the Ted Bundy movie where he is played by Zac Efron, Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile, and also watched Bohemian Rhapsody

Then I started feeling extremely nauseous.  The lack of sleeping was catching up to me.  Suddenly the champagne and wine didn’t seem like they had been a smart idea, as I was also very thirsty and had run out of water in my water bottle hours before.  I desperately wanted water, but I didn’t want to call the flight attendant for something so trivial, and there was a large pack of older adults chatting in French around the drink cart.  My fear was that if I went to get water from the drink cart they would start talking to me, and I would briefly struggle to understand what they were saying before throwing up on the floor or something.  So, I stayed put and suffered in silence.  Eventually Molly, who was sitting beside me, took off her headphones for something.  I told her that I was feeling awful, and she gave me some gravel.  I basically have a whole pharmacy in my suitcase, so I felt pretty stupid to not have any of the medicines I brought with me actually on my person when I needed them.

After the flight we had to deal with the absolute hell that is Charles de Gaulle Airport.  I can honestly say that I have never been to a more disorganized airport; the whole thing is essentially a maze, and much of the signage is vague or inaccurate.  I felt like I would never survive to make it to the dorms.

We had a good time visiting Starbucks in the airport.  I was given a new French name there: Shrep.

She probably thought I said Stephanie instead of Bethany, but it looks like Shrep to me…

We also had a run-in with a security guard who did not like us sitting on some chairs at a train platform that wasn’t being used.  He told us to go back upstairs and “regardez la tableu” about a million times even though we all understood what he said the first time.  One of the girls in our group, Ashley, took French immersion, and so she was clearly able to speak to him, but still, I guess he thought we did not understand.  Oh well.

Waiting for the train. Does this remind anyone of the shoe star pictures that were so popular in like grade 7?

Once we got on the train, I made another mistake: throwing toilet paper in the train toilet that clearly said no paper.  Oops.

Then I went to find my seat, which the lady in the next seat over had turned into her personal luggage compartment.  I helped her move her suitcases and all was well.  She looked like a really French lady: very fancy, matching red coat and shoes with a dress.  Not to stereotype people or anything though…

When we got to Tours we went grocery shopping and to get French sim cards.  I was pretty proud of myself for not going to bed until 8 pm, and for getting so many things handled on day one.  I’ve never stayed in a dorm before or been away from home for more than a couple weeks without supervision from a family member, so this is all feeling very adult and very doable.  I’ve got all my clothes put away, my groceries in the cupboard, and the fridge stocked.  I am quickly getting the hang of reading food labels in French and realized today that the “juice” I bought has milk in it.  I’m going to drink it anyways.

Eggs are kept in the cupboard here!!! I googled why and apparently it’s because the don’t wash them before selling them here like they do in Canada, so they’ve got a protective layer of chicken gunk on them. https://www.businessinsider.com/why-europeans-dont-refrigerate-their-eggs-2018-4?IR=T

Also, my dorm overlooks a cemetery so that’s cool.

A zoomed in view from my dorm: look!! A cemetery!

Today the plan is to walk around some more, and then tomorrow we go on a tour of Tours and have our first French class, so I should have something more academic to say in my next post!