Tonight I had dinner with the editor in chief of a Dutch newspaper.
We dined at Roberto’s in the Amsterdam Hilton. The food was good; the pasta a bit better than the carpaccio, the panna cotta was an A+.
We spoke about the newspaper business, the future, the past, love, and ambition.
When we walked out I saw an ex-girlfriend having dinner with a young man with blond hair. At least that’s what I thought.
I could have gone to her table to say hello, but I wasn’t even sure if it was my ex. Besides that I’d planned to work a bit this evening. And what do you say? “Hello, how are you? How is the food?” So I said goodbye to the editor in chief and I asked the concierge to call a taxi for me.