Last weekend I did something I don’t often do: I went on a blind date. Well, not entirely blind (I’d seen photos) but a date nonetheless. But first dates are...
Dinner at Peper & Zout was like an episode of Master Chef: a scattering of brilliance amongst a fair bit of mediocrity and a peppering of downright strangeness. I started...
Fondue may more usually be associated with the eighties, but in my case it reminds me of 1991: my first (and last) skiing holiday with my entire family. It’s one...
Those of you who read this blog often will know of my burgeoning obsession with North Africa. Last year I went to Tunisia on holiday, and sampled several examples of...
Anyone who watches the British-born annual celebrity dance-off, Strictly Come Dancing (aka Dancing with the Stars in Holland) will know what the judges mean when they give a dancer a...
Forget April; January is the cruellest month. The festivities are over, the bank balance is nearing empty, and the next thing you have to look forward to is… Valentine’s Day?...
While it may not be the first time that I’ve been in the office till gone midnight, this week’s overtime was the cause of one first for me: I went...
When I first arrived in Amsterdam over six years ago, my brother challenged me to find a good Indonesian restaurant in the city known for its large Indonesian population. In...
Does what it says on the tin. Abyssinia: Much like Azmarino in both food and atmosphere, Abyssinia affords a fun and sociable way to eat an interesting cuisine. The clue...
