Given my obsession with all things North African, it’s a wonder I hadn’t been to Arabic Lounge before now. What’s more, my belly dancing teacher occasionally performs there, so I...
A few months ago, Supper Club and I ended up in Knus, a very cosy and slightly quirky restaurant on the Reguliersdwarsstraat. A very pleasant evening, though not the one...
There are times in even the Amsterdam foodie’s life when food is low on one’s list of priorities. Emotions run high; appetite runs low. And there are two things necessary...
Dear foodies, I’ve been away in Belgium over Easter, hence no restaurants to report on this weekend. However, I did visit a few nice Dutch eetcafes recently that I thought...
Last week, my brother (also known as the Amsterdam Foodie’s Technical Director) came to stay. Restaurant fatigue aside, eating out was pretty much always on the cards. But not willing...
There’s something sexy and dangerous about the sacramental rituals behind certain gastronomic experiences. Like rolling a joint, cutting a line of coke, preparing to drink Absinthe or even just making...
Last week was Amsterdam Restaurant Week, which is meant to be an opportunity to go to top restaurants, eat three courses, and pay €25. The reality, of course, is quite...
There are many things in life that don’t go together: Paris Hilton and carbs, for instance, or skinny jeans and, well, just about anyone. Restaurants and concepts are another; I’m...
When I first moved to Amsterdam, I spent two months living with an Italian woman. Now, Italians outside Italy are a unique breed. While most of us immigrants are generally...
