There is quite a famous, very busy place in the centre of Cologne that sells good food and nice cold Kolsch. The place is called 'Fruh'. We went there the other day at prime eating time and it was heaving. Neither of us enjoys waiting and right now, Noah, you hate waiting more than both of us put together. So after about 43seconds of waiting for a table, we left. Today though, we were savvy. We went early and got ourselves a lovely table. We ordered up some ice cold Kolsch and kicked back.
As much as we could.
You see, relaxation is not something really on the menu in your company at the minute. When our meals of Bratwurst and Schnitzel arrived, your mummy and I took it in turns to shovel the lovely food into our hungry mouths whilst the other person tried to keep you entertained.
"This isn't life," said Daddy, honestly.
You were really charming to the people on the neighbouring tables though, Noah. You flew the flag for the UK well. Your mummy and daddy looked like nothing more than opportunistic pigs.
Anyway, here are some pictures.
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