Sex, Drugs and Drink are easy, but where do you get breakfast?

I’ve just had a weekend in Amsterdam. It’s a beautiful, fun city. Yet try finding somewhere to have breakfast on a Sunday morning. Within ten minutes I’d seen six prostitutes in windows, three bars full of boozers and a raft of open coffee shops. At one point I tried asking for a coffee. The reply? “No, sorry, no coffee only hash”. It was twenty five minutes before we found somewhere to eat. Now that’s consumer choice (though the bagel I had in the end was lovely!)