HertzvanRental
Veteran
My dad was Dutch. I remember when I was a sprog , and lived in The Hague, that he used to buy soused herring from the market. They were taken out of large barrels, you held them by the tail and walked along eating them. They were gorgeous!I had rollmops for breakfast.
There, that should divide the crowd.
I made enquiries in Amsterdam - those I spoke to didn't know what I was talking about!
Good shout for rollmops!