Jesse: Our day had been long and difficult, the
constant driving and rain had been very draining. It was getting to
be dinner time, but we had seen nothing appealing during our casual
drive about Arnhem. We were both getting ill, and it looked like fate
was about to deliver us to a Quick burger.
Thankfully we stumbled across the Mediteranee, a Turkish-Italian
restaurant. We decided it looked suitable enough, and planned on
having dinner there if nothing else caught our eye within a few
blocks. Unfortunately, Mediteranee proved to be the last possible
place for dinner, and we were soon routed on to a bridge and over the
river after a series of confusing turns. We kept our patience
as I grew even more carsick, touching down on the other side of the
river in a closed-down industrial area. We realized we would find no
dinner there, and hopped back on the bridge for another long cruise
over the river.
Mediteranee proved to be a far better dinner than we had hoped for.
Our hostess (who spoke English) was helpful and friendly, and even
listened to our stories of travelling. She helped us with the more
complex menu translations, even though it was apparent she had been
on her way home for the evening. She was able to leave after we were
settled, but not before we got a picture! Our host (who did not speak
English) was equally as enjoyable, as we experimented with hand
motions and common gestures to convey our thoughts. Both the
experience and meal were wonderful.
We left the restaurant more than satisfied, chatting about our
cross-language conversation with the man. As we were riding away, I
suggested we should go back to take his picture. We gave him a quick
camera "click-click" gesture, and he happily obliged us
with a pose. Two new friends for the webpage and a delightful dinner
Dinner was fabulous
We loved the flavorful meal!
Dave: We were tired from the grueling day, and could
not easily find a place to suit our fancy for dinner. Luckily we ran
across the Mediteranee (Turkish / Italian) restaurant in our random
searching around Arnhem.
We had a delightful dinner, and made two more friends as they
delightfully overcame our language problem. While we learned a few
dozen words of French for this trip, we did not learn a single word
of Dutch or German. But our hosts quickly put us at ease and provided
a wonderful conclusion to an otherwise awful day.
We were in the car headed for home when Jesse insisted we return for
a picture. I'm glad he did.
The restaurant is in an obscure part of Arnhem, across the river
and near a residential neighborhood