Just arrived at the hotel after a long flight. Didn't sleep, haven't slept since waking up at 10 a.m. EST. I'm going to attack this jet lag thing by staying up until proper bedtime. Watched Densha Otoko, Crash, and Red Eye on the flight over. Didn't want to sleep because I snore really bad and didn't want to be the guy sawing logs in economy class. Let someone else take up the gauntlet on that one.
Customs was a snap, as was taking the train from Schiphol Airport to Amsterdam's Central Station. There are plenty of English-language signs, and everyone here seems to speak it, too.
What, you're reading Slice for pizza info? Well, what does it mean when the first foodstuff I smell upon getting off the train in Amsterdam is PIZZA HUT!? Before I even saw it, I knew it from its greasy odor, which I could smell halfway down the escalator from the train platform. Turn the corner, and, sure enough, whoomp, dare 'tis.
Interestingly enough, this Hut was offering a personal size Margherita pizza. You won't find that in the States.
Next to the Hut was a small automat-type place. You put your money in and get food from a little door. One row seemed to be offering something called a Kipburger, which I'm going to check out as soon as I post this and divvy up my euros into daily allowances. (Don't want to walk around an unknown city with all my cash on hand.) Look for the automat post on A Hamburger Today.