Hello, I'm Row and I'm one of the People's Champions here at
innocent. I'm here to look after all of our drinkers, and be their
voice inside Fruit Towers. I recently went on a little journey to
visit my European counterparts and here are some of the highlights,
largely of the culinary variety, from my trip.
First stop was Amsterdam, where after a day
imparting great wisdom and British colloquialisms, Ine and Jeroen took me out for a
traditional Dutch meal. I'm the sort of girl who gets nervous when
the word 'surprise' is used around food, and even more so when it's
followed by a vague description of 'meat mousse.' Whatever that
mousse was, it was good.
Ine, me, Jeroen and a strategically placed
lampshade in The Blue Dutchman
Disaster struck, as the annual event of me losing my voice
began. My fears were compounded when my taxi driver choose the
classical channel playing "The Funeral March" over Bruce
Springsteen as I was about to leave.
extended vowels to reflect my northern
Next up was Hamburg,
where I was off to see Brigitte. After narrowly missing out on
becoming a silhouette model (darn those clouds), she took me to
Fillet of Soul, where
no meat mousses were offered. Instead, I decided to plump for
elsässer flammkuchen mit speck, zwiebellauch, creme fraiche,
rucola und balsamico. No surprises there then.
In Copenhagen, the
lovely Emile made sure I had copious amounts of warm drinks and
chocolate, the two things a girl needs when she's feeling under the
Naturally this wasn't just a feed-Row-up trip, I should stress
that copious amounts of training and divulging of great knowledge
went on. If ever you pop into any of our European offices, the
lovely Carlien, Brigitte and Emilie will make you feel very
welcome, as they did me. A big dank u, danke and tak to all of
them for looking after me so well.