We’ve started growing vegetables on our office balcony this spring. Or, more accurately, my colleagues have started growing them since I have an amazing ability to kill plants just by...
Anyone who’s known me over the past 15 years has probably had to endure one of my anti-marriage speeches. I won’t go into the details but, while I’m absolutely sure...
The menu featured a starter with the rather sexy name ‘Ispanak’. It makes me think of flying carpets, pharaohs and Arabian nights spent in the dessert… Only it turned out...
I haven’t had any photographers as Hidden Kitchen guests lately, and I rarely have any time to take photos myself during the meal. I have, however, gathered together a few...
Last night I met my first drag queen. Well, this being Amsterdam, I’ve encountered a few drag queens. But it was the first time we’d – you know – sat...
When I talk to people about love (which – believe it or not – even this cynical, sarcastic old foodie does from time to time) I always use a particular...
Two days ago, a good friend from England died, quite suddenly. His name is Andy, and he turned 32 just a few days ago. I knew him because he was...
Right in the heart of shops selling phallic-shaped lighters, sensimilla paraphernalia and orange T-shirts sporting such gems as ‘Good girls go to heaven; bad girls go to Amsterdam’ (although probably...
When I was a kid, I remember eating rhubarb and apple crumbles that made my mouth shiver. You know what I mean? Sort of dry like red wine and spinach...
