Walked to this little neighborhood sidewalk bistro close to where we were staying in Wimbledon — a place called "The Butcher and Grill" right on the High street. I ordered the Full English breakfast and it turned out to be a very refined, upscale version of the standard fare — delicious without being too heavy. Carol ordered Bangers and Mash which was served with dark gravy and was on the heavy side.
We were quite exhausted by the time we drove back to Amsterdam, and decided that instead of braving the chaos of the city center we would stay on the more sedate outskirts somewhere. We found this massive modern edifice — The Novotel — and it served the purpose very well. I guess we werent the only ones with that plan - a lot of families and tourist used this ads their home base for the convienient trms line into the city. We appreciated its stimulating modern styling, and also the high quality, well-prepared food. A little expensive for what it was though.
Walked by this window laden with baked goods in the German town of Fussen right near the Austrian border.
Most of the restaurant food we had in Germany was hit-and-miss — the meals tended to be meatier, saucier, and and generally heavier than we'd experienced elsewhere in Europe. But we struck gold in Bavarian town of Fussen. La Perla, an italian restaurant that happened to be the only place open late, was spectacular. Wonderful, flavorful food, in bounteous proportions. Being from the San Francisco bay area, we pride ourselves on knowing good Italian food, and La Perla delivered. So good we came back for dinner the following night! 
Somewhere in Germany we were hungry. And this is what we got — my plate was loaded with something called Curry-Wurst — a very long Bratwurst with some strange, sweet sauce slathered over it. I was too hungry to quibble and ate it all. Carol's meal looked a lot more appealing.
We raced up the Italian Alps to escape the searing, humid heat of Venice and ended up in the stunningly beautiful area around the town of Cortina. While kicking back at a shaded outdoor table in town, I was struck by the eclectic variety of of breads they brought out to accompany the meal. Several cuts above the standard dried out table slices. Pretty soon it started to drizzle so we had to rush inside. I don't recall what the rest of the meal was like — I suspect pretty germanic generic.
