Hello Amsterdammers, how was your weekend? Mine was the kind of weekend that reminded why I live here. I discovered a new Latino bar to dance in (which filled the...
On Wednesday night, I went out for tapas with Jacques Derrida. No, seriously, I did. You all thought he died in 2004 at the age of 74, but you’d be...
I wasn’t really planning to review Boom Chicago. But then again they kind of asked for it… I was on a team night out with MegaCorp, and we’d booked to...
It’s the Hollandse Nieuwe season again, which – for those of you who aren’t versed in Dutch fishing practices – means that this year’s herring catch has just been brought...
Anyone who’s just started reading this blog in the last month might very possibly think I have an obsession with Michelin stars. And/or a lot of money. Neither of these...
On Friday night, I was ‘taken’ out for dinner. The ‘taken’ is in inverted commas because, invariably in these situations, what happens is that I choose a restaurant, I choose...
A few years ago, I went out for dinner with a client to Envy. By the end of it, we were starving. Leaving your customers feeling hungry at the end...
On Friday evening, I ran 8 km and got locked out of my flat. I’d never done either of these things before, although one was deliberate and the other wasn’t....
Thursday night’s dinner at Ron Blaauw Amsterdam cost me €125. I’m telling you that now so that if you’re looking for a nice, average, mid-range dinner, you need read no...
