Straight off the plane at Schipol and I’m heading to a burger place to meet Hazel and George - an excellent start to a holiday if I ever did see one. Bon Burger came recommended from somewhere, and it pretty much lives up to the brief. We’re not messing around - a carafe of red for the table to get into the mood. The menu offers various alluring prospects - the classic smash, the “cheesecake 2.0”, the May special of a ragu burger, all very appealing. But I plump for the steak au poivre - a good hefty patty, comte cheese, and a stack of shoestring fries, crisp as you like, all served with a boat of peppercorn sauce. It’s a damn fine burger. A mess to eat, but that’s half the fun - the peppercorn sauce could have been a little thicker to make the structural integrity a tad stronger, but it’s a minor complaint. The fries with mayo are to die for, hot and crisp and fluffy. I have an old fashioned with my dessert of a chocolate mousse - supposedly served with vanilla cream, but I could make hide nor hair of that. Still, delicious all the same. A fine start to a trip.