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 accent
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 weather.
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.