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During our summer holiday this year, my hubby and I went to Denmark. Unlike other normal holidays, this time we arranged smaller trips together with his children. Since they could not match up their schedule, we planned two trips: a mini cruise to Oslo with his daughter (plus husband and son) and a road trip in Denmark with his son (plus girlfriend). This arrangement suited me just fine, since it also meant we get to go to many more places 
Still related to our short trip to Denmark, we flew back to Indonesia with KLM, so automatically we stopped at Schipol Airport. Since we had a long five hours stopover in Amsterdam, we had plenty of time to walk around and we even took a nap at Yotel located at Lounge 2 near the food court of the Schiphol Airport. By the way, If you’re looking for a place to nap when stuck in transfer at Schiphol Airport, Yotel is the place to go. They have small sized bedrooms that are arranged and decorated in a way that gives you the experience of a first class airline cabin from EUR 65 (for four hours).
During our super fast visit to Denmark to attend a training, we took the opportunity to visit my hubby’s daughter on the weekend after the training concluded. She lives in Sweden, just across the bridge from Copenhagen, in a locality named Kyrkheddinge situated in the municipality of Staffanstorp, Skåne county. We spent two nights there before we had to fly back home to Jakarta.
Alright, enough postponement already. It’s time to do Antonio’s some justice. Way back when I was in Bangkok with my hubby, we went about our usual dinner-picking-indecisiveness and walked in and out of almost every Sukhumvit road there is to find a place that would suit my hubby’s and my taste and mood for the night. I almost ran out of patience when we saw this lovely cozy light on the top floor of a building in the back of another building. Then we saw a sign “Antonio’s” with an arrow pointing around the corner. Out of curiosity as much as severe hunger, we both decided to go there.
At the end of March, I accompanied my hubby to Bangkok where he had to attend a one week meeting. I must let you know, that my hubby is not so much into traditional food so my culinary experience even when in a foreign country will always include international or western food. Hence, the range of my culinary adventures in Bangkok was actually quite wide, starting from Thai rice salad to French fine dining.
