Tjsa who know me will wonder what the title of this piece meant. At Peartree Cog ship, I had the nickname Ton Deuse. Anyway, my colleague Ed told the story in a Rotterdam snack bar adjacent to the salon a particular dish should be cooked fries. Aluminium container filled with chips over which a layer of kebab meat, sliced cheese on top. Cheese just melt in the oven, then garlic sauce over it and finish it with lettuce tomato and onion. In short you have a hairdresser.
Now what sets my surprise, I always Tuesdays at my old father along in Amsterdam, what do errands for him and for sale at the local restaurants to eat for us two.
In the school I was with Marlou went to see him, we went shopping together for him and the Donorium of Wou buy a TP (TP = Turkish Piza). To my surprise there stood at the counter two aluminum containers both with the text written in a salon, small and large € 3 € 5, Marlou and I decided to give it a try, especially because of the lady who Toko few doors along is really delicious Indian food and advised us to sell the barbershop to buy flat in Amsterdam and with its characteristic sjagereinige glance told us that it is wonderful and we just had to try.
No sooner said than done. and to be honest it's really delicious. We have not taken risks and had a TP for dad bought, but here he was not entirely agree, for a few weeks later I was by him anyway subtly expressed that I had to buy him a hairdresser. Pa, a large or small? Of course it had to be a major. You must introduce the image Dad is 85 weighs only 55 pounds, to beware of malnutrition, and almost ate his fingers at the salon.
How a Rotterdam cultural integration has caused a hairdresser! I hope that soon I agree with Wilders in the Diamond Street home in my old father a hairdresser Rotterdam to eat! Then he can see what's integration into the notorious Amsterdam Diamond District.





