When the waiter at Greetje brought us our menus, he asked whether we’d prefer English or Dutch. Since we didn’t mind, he brought both. I opened the English first, and...
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...
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...
For almost four years now, I’ve spent most of my Friday nights in Eylders – a brown cafe just off the Leidseplein. If you have to spend any time on...
You know your life has hit the point of ridiculousness (in a good way) when you hear yourself saying to your mum on the phone: ‘but Mum, I haven’t been...
