What do you expect in a chicken sandwich? Chicken breast, lettuce, baguette? This amazing item would most likely go unnoticed given its non-fancy name, not that I could read it: it was all in Dutch. The barista/cafe manager came by sensing we needed help. But he only bothered to translate this item. Almost suggesting its the only item worthwhile. Peeping through the opening to the kitchen, we spotted the rotisserie with the golden brown grilled chicken enjoy their sauna in the cold rainy Amsterdam afternoon. And the rest is history. P.S. The cafe is really a nice cosy place, off Albert Crypt Mrkt. A real gem.