I realise I moan and whinge every February, but it really is a b*tch of a month. As if being broke wasn’t depressing enough (Stadsdeel Westerpark is currently enjoying about...
Those of you who are regular (and observant) visitors may have noticed a few changes to the site lately. But if – like me – you tend to ignore all...
I’ve said this so many times I sound like a broken record: it does not take much to make me spend money in a restaurant. Offer me an aperitif, I’ll...
I generally seem to judge an eetcafé by its satay (or saté, or however you spell it), largely because I think it’s what people want if they’ve decided to go...
That sort of rhymes, right? Or it assonates, or something… This month it’s cranberries: partly because I happened to see the fresh ones in the shop, which is something you...
Ok, so I cracked. I’d just delivered my annual annual report (all 16,000 words of it), I’d had a stressful week at work, I was meeting a drinking buddy in...
I have made a very rash decision. For various reasons, I stupidly set myself the challenge of not drinking any alcohol for the month of January. It’s not a detox,...
We’ve never seen so much snow in Amsterdam. Well, someone probably has, but not those of us who’ve lived here for approximately the last half decade. And we’re extraordinarily badly...
Around three years ago, when I lived near the Vondelpark, I took my brother out for dinner to Pulpo. I seemed to remember it being quite good, but since it...
