And with that, he reaches
over and scoops up my left hand in conspiratorial
fashion, sandwiching my palm between his broad and
battered paws.
Instead of a traditional hotel lobby you're greeted by a lounge / bar area buzzing with young professionals clicking away on their Macs
over a glass of Perrier or
fashion conscious Amsterdammers sinking into
battered leather sofas
over large shots of caffeine, Double Dutch cocktails or local draft beer.