Picture the scene: my friend was at an Amsterdam restaurant that shall remain nameless (largely because I can’t remember what it was), in which he asked for a glass of...
I apologise already for the football metaphor. I was only moaning a couple of weeks ago about every random company using the World Cup to market their (completely unrelated) products,...
To offer you a little insight into the way the Amsterdam Foodie’s brain works, I’m sitting here trying to think of an angle for today’s restaurant review. As you’ve probably...
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...
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...
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...
Hello BIHP, this is the Amsterdam Foodie speaking. I just wanted to let you know, we enjoyed a very nice meal with you on Friday night. The service was fast...
