Every clubber and late-night drinker is well aware of the evils of the post-party munchies and the many horrific solutions. But Amsterdam takes nocturnal junk food to a new level.
Find a FEBO outlet, stick your change in the slot, pull back the little glass door and, hey presto, there's your snack. Piping hot and stuffed to the rafters with cholestorol. It's automatic - no need to interact with a human being - and they never close.
But do be careful not to burn yourself. And don't ask: a) what that unidentified fried object you're eating actually IS; or b) just how long it's been there...
All over the city centre - look for the yellow shopfronts;
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