On Saturday night, I went to a cocktail bar so exclusive that if I told you about it, I’d have to kill you. And since I probably don’t have all that many readers in the first place, I’d really rather not kill you.
But afterwards, I went to Nooch, which I can tell you about. Nooch is an Asian fusion establishment on one of the negen straatjes with big red lightshades and funny music. It’s not often that I remark on the music in restaurants – largely because I generally don’t notice it – but when I do, it’s usually not a good thing. Nooch’s muzac reminded me of something you might hear in a 70s porn film (don’t ask me how I know that).
Anyway. The food. We shared a steamer-full of three types of dim sum, all of which were light, fragrant and moreish. Next, I ordered the ‘Noodles Ramas’, which comprised stir-fried noodles and coconut-steamed vegetables with three small portions of meat: beef rending, chicken sate and a small marinated chicken thigh. Unlike the starter, the main showed unmistakable signs of having been reheated. The meat was distinctly dry, which was a shame since the flavours showed promise.