Though it's well-known and recommended by people who should know, I'd somehow never been to Basjoe. This shall not stand. Small, physically comfortable, and very chilled out, it may even replace my formerly beloved Goa, which has become a chain and raised the prices on its just-OK weed and redecorated to look like some kind of modernist Chinese restaurant. Every time I walk by it, I can't help mourning aloud, "Why? Why???"
Anyway, I procured a single, fat, beautiful 2-gram bud of G-13 Haze here at Basjoe and am now enjoying it greatly. Also, I heard "Piano Man" playing on a stallholder's radio at Waterlooplein flea market, which gave me an extra little boost of cheer.
Published on July 11, 2011 14:04