On Saturday night, I went to a cocktail bar so exclusive that if I told you about it, I’d have to kill you. And since I probably don’t have all...
It’s Friday night. You’ve done the classic drinks-after-work-and-suddenly-it’s-midnight thing. And you want meat. Lots of it. But everywhere’s shut. Except McDonald’s, which is a heinous crime and you know it....
Last week’s diary read like a whore’s To Do list: Monday: Kevin Tuesday: Chris Wednesday: Luke Thursday: James Never mind the fact that one of them is gay, one has...
The Netherlands' first Afghani restaurant, Mantoe - going strong in Amsterdam since 2008...
Last weekend I found myself frequenting the Amsterdam Erotica Film Festival. As you do. It was held at the Kriterion, which is somewhere near Artis, which is in Oost, which...
Saturday night: it’s approximately -12 degrees. I’m wearing heels whose soles are as smooth as a baby’s bum. Ice is unavoidable: canals, road, bike paths. And where do I decide...
Being the resident foodie in the company, my brains are often picked when it comes to choosing restaurants for my agency’s Christmas parties, leaving dos and client dinners… But this...
Saturday night, on the other hand, was all prepped and planned: pizza. It’s rare that I go out for pizza since I ate the real thing in Naples, but for...
While December always means festivities, for me there are two more celebrations: my best friends, Andrea and Helen, both have birthdays in December, so what better way to celebrate than...
