Matt had himself a bloody mary, and I ordered a lemonade. We had to pay in advance, and we probably should have taken this as a warning of what was to come, given that these people don't even have faith in themselves to complete a transaction properly and in a normal fashion.
Five minutes after ordering and paying, Matt gets his bloody mary. I get a sprite.
"This isn't what I ordered," I say.
"The ticket says Sprite," says the waitress.
"Ok. But I didn't order a Sprite. I ordered a lemonade."
"Oh. But this is just like lemonade."
"No, this is a Sprite."
"So you want a lemonade? Like, water with syrup in it?"
"Um. I guess."
"Ok. I will get it for you."
Fifteen minutes later, Matt has finished his drink and I was still waiting. The waitress runs by, "I will be right back with your lemonade."
"Thanks."
Ten minutes. No lemonade. If I hadn't paid for this drink, we would have left. But this was a matter of principle now! The service in Amsterdam is so bad, and something must be done!
Matt calls over the waiter we placed our orders with and explains the situation. He said he'll take care of it.
A few minutes later, the waitress comes back with a drink.
"Here is your lemonade!" she says. "No gas!"
Matt and I look at this thing.
"What the hell is that?" asks Matt
Does this look like a lemonade to you?
I sip this thing. Sure enough, it is water, with syrup in it. No gas. I tastes like a flat shirley temple. I leave the drink there, and vow never to return.
Moral of the story - do not order lemonade in Amsterdam, unless you want to wait 30 minutes for syrupy red water that tastes like an old liquified cherry.
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