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Oct 142014
 October 14, 2014  Restaurant reviews 10 Responses »

The (International) 2 Star Rating
Sumatrakade 613 (Oost/Watergraafsmeer), 020 570 2014, website Book now

Last week, I reviewed Amsterdam Oost’s East 57 in a bid to redress the horrible imbalance on my Amsterdam map between restaurants in the east and west of the city (and let’s not even get started on Amsterdam Noord!). This week, the theme continues with The [sic] – a newcomer to the Java-eiland, whose shores I last graced three years ago when working on that side of town and training for the Dam tot Damloop by running around that very island.

Going back there a couple of years later, it seems a few restaurants and cafes are starting to pop up to accommodate the influx of young professional Amsterdammers who have moved over there to start families. In fact, The is more or less nestled in beside a children’s playground – which might suggest that its target audience would be interested in the style of family-friendly dining offered by Flinders, for example.

But nope. They’ve opted for an altogether more formal affair, with achingly Instagrammable dishes that you need to order at least three of in order to feel anything remotely resembling full. Not that we did, in the end. We ordered two and then decided to cut our losses and buy a portion of chips and mayo on the way home.

Oliver Gastrobar Amsterdam - Tiradito Peru

The menu is distinctly fusion, with dishes purportedly ranging from Peruvian to Japanese to Jamaican to Indonesian. The “Tiradito Peru” (above) consisted of bonito “ceviche”, although no curing of the fish in either lemon or lime juice seemed to have occurred; with yellow chilli, which was hot without really tasting of much; chia seeds, which seemed to come in some sort of slime that reminded you of what a bird might vomit if it were to eat chia seeds; and crispy wafers of something that didn’t taste of very much either.

Oliver Gastrobar Amsterdam - Jerk Devil Jamaican

In fact, not tasting of very much seemed to be the running theme. The “Jerk Devil Jamaican” (above) said it was monkfish with jerk flavours, scotch bonnet, pineapple and rum. I got surprisingly little heat or spice from either the scotch bonnet peppers or the jerk flavourings. The pineapple/rum combo was one of those “pearls” (like an edible bath pearl filled with a flavoured liquid, if you’ve never eaten one) that are more style than substance. Plus, there was the ubiquitous foam to contend with.

As you can see from the photos, everything looked bleedin’ amazing. I mean, just take a look at my friend’s “Raw Vegan” (below) of baby root vegetables and lentil spread. Stunning, no? But raw root vegetables with nothing more than some lentil puree and a bit more foam don’t actually taste of very much.

Oliver Gastrobar Amsterdam - Raw Vegan

And this was the fundamental problem: chef Oliver and his team are trying to create aesthetically fancy food that has very little flavour, in a classy-looking establishment that happens to be slap-bang in the middle of a residential neighbourhood full of families with kids. Passing tourist trade is something he’s not going to get. And that’s a shame, because it’s one less reason for me to get off my lazy backside and go east.

Help me out, Amsterdam Oost-ers: what are your favourite restaurants? I know I am missing something here – what is it?

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Oct 032014
 October 3, 2014  Restaurant reviews 3 Responses »

East 57 (International) 2 Star Rating
Eerste Ringdijkstraat 2 (Oost/Watergraafsmeer), 020 207 8078, website

Quite rightly, some of my readers have pointed out my sorry lack of reviews of restaurants in Amsterdam Oost and thereabouts. And they have a point: if you look at my Amsterdam map, there’s such a cluster of pins over Amsterdam West that it’s hard to make out the streets of the Westerpark neighbourhood altogether. While over in the East, there’s acres of space between pins, and endless unanswered requests to check out places I’ve never been to…

So here, in a bid to redress the balance, are two restaurants east of the Amstel. What they have in common, other than the obvious, is that they are both in the middle of bloomin’ nowhere. And I say that not just as a typical Westerpark resident; even for Oost, these are a little off the beaten track.

The first is East 57, which must be in Oost because of the name – right? Well, sort of. In fact, it’s down near Amstel station, in a hotel called Casa 400 that looks like a car park – but don’t let that put you off. The hotel itself is quite interesting: there’s a wine shop inside, plus a kind of Italian deli, and of course the aforementioned restaurant that sits at sous-terre level. The food is a mixture of gastro pub and international classics: think bread, dips and olives; gourmet burgers; roast poussin and grilled fish; plus some pastas and student favourites.

One thing worth a mention is the wine list: brilliantly categorised according to types of wine, with an amazingly useful amount of information about each, including handy symbols to denote whether they’re available by the bottle or the glass. I defy anyone to be intimidated by this wine list: it’s the most user-friendly piece of content design I’ve ever seen.

East 57 Amsterdam - bread and dips

But back to the food, when it finally arrived – which was about an hour-and-a-half after we’d sat down. We shared a simple platter of bread with baba ghanoush (nice, not too creamy, but a little too smooth in texture), hummus (also pleasant, although not so close to the usual Middle Eastern varieties I’ve tried), and dukkah (which was deliciously nutty) with olive oil. Washed down with a bottle of German Pinot Noir – so far so good.

I say a bottle. That’s because the bottle had disappeared (there were only two of us) before the main course even arrived, two hours and 15 minutes after we did. I kid you not. Our next glass of wine was on the house.

East 57 Amsterdam - pork belly

By this point famished and slightly drunk, I tried my main course of crispy pork belly with noodles and pak choi. It was supposed to come with kimchi, but I didn’t notice any and the noodles were so sweet they overpowered any sour that might have been in evidence otherwise. The pork belly was indeed crispy, but not just on its skin – it had been sliced up and fried, which seemed a shame. And the less said about those pink things the better.

Dinner came to €67 for two, which was not extortionate – but then again we’d had to wait three hours for the pleasure of dinner’s company. Put it this way: for a fairly average restaurant in what feels like a converted hotel car park, six kilometres from home, I won’t be biking back there in a hurry…

Next time: my review of weirdly punctuated The– also in the East, but this time on Java-eiland (I told you it was the middle of nowhere!).

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Sep 242014
 September 24, 2014  Restaurant reviews 11 Responses »

Yummie (Asian) 4 Star Rating
Spaarndammerstraat 35 (Westerpark), 020 330 3985, website

Last week, I reviewed Michelin-starred Japanese restaurant Yamazato. The conclusion was either that it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, or that I’m simply a philistine whose appreciation of Japanese food goes as far as sushi but not a lot further. Or maybe both. With that in mind, I was excited by the opening of a new branch of sushi restaurant Yummie in the Spaarndammerbuurt. Seeing as I’d passed by the place every day for months (Spaarndammer is my buurt), I’d been watching the renovations with curiosity since February. And frankly, if something took over six months to renovate, it’d better be good – right?

Yummie sashimi-Amsterdam restaurant

First up, a confession: I am hopeless with names of sushi. All those makis blend into one for me (see, I told you I’m a philistine) so I was relieved, therefore, that Yummie features handy pictures on their menu so you can figure out what you’re ordering. In some contexts, I’d call that tacky. In this one, I’d call it necessary. So of course, we ordered a whole bunch of maki (temaki, uramaki, futomaki – you name it) plus some salmon and tuna sashimi, gunkan (which were new on me – they’re bottom left in the picture below – the ones with fish eggs and seaweed on top), and later a few more hand rolls plus those inside-out California thingies.

Yummie sushi - Amsterdam restaurant

They were all, in a word, delicious. The fish was extremely fresh (which I guess is pretty much a prerequisite), but the sushi varieties we had were also sufficiently different to keep even the Louisianan Honey Badger amused. There was some of that teriyaki-style eel going on, and wasabi mayo, and spicy-hot powders – it wasn’t American-style sushi all the way, but there was definitely enough of it to keep things interesting. And as something of a purist, I never thought I’d say this, but American-style sushi (with all its bangs and whistles) can actually be darn good…

Yummie sushi Amsterdam

This little lot cost us €37, which is precisely 10% of what Yamazato cost me. I’ll let you draw your own conclusions from that. It didn’t include wine, however, because – despite the tantalising array of wine and bottled beer behind the counter, and despite the fact that it took them six months to open their doors to the public – Yummie doesn’t have an alcohol licence. I hate to judge, but – well – I’m an alcoholic restaurant critic, so I will.

For that reason, while Yummie does have several tables and chairs for restaurant diners, your best bet is to get your sushi to go and take it back to the comfort of your own living room, replete with whatever wine you’ve managed to stop yourself from drinking so far… (No? Just me then…)

*At the time of writing, Yummie’s website shows its address as Haarlemmerdijk 6. This is out of date! I can assure you I wasn’t just drunk – it really is at Spaarndammerstraat 35…

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Sep 172014
 September 17, 2014  Restaurant reviews 4 Responses »

Yamazato at Okura Hotel (Asian) 2 Star Rating
Ferdinand Bolstraat 333 (De Pijp), 020 678 7450, website

Believe it or not, for the past year or two the Honey Badger has been complaining that I don’t take him to the best restaurants. I know – is he insane?! But he kind of has a point: even though we seem to go out for dinner on a budget-blowingly regular basis, when it comes to the Michelin stars, I always appear to be with the Foodie Girls Dining Club. So, for his birthday, I decided to rectify this and take him to Japanese restaurant Yamazato at the Okura Hotel. It has one Michelin star, and a quick look at the menu told me it was reassuringly expensive – the kind of expensive that makes you squint your eyes to check you read it right, and then decide to trust that for nearly €400 they surely know what they’re doing…

Only with hindsight, I’m not sure they did. Things got off to a bad start with the service – which isn’t something I ever thought I’d have to say about anywhere with stars. The waitress couldn’t seem to answer simple questions about the various menu options – nor explain what mystery ingredients were in either Dutch or English. What’s more, while I was the one to request the wine list and order the wine, the sommelier came straight over and poured it for the Honey Badger to taste. I’ve witnessed this with frustration a million times before – but I think there’s a difference between a cheap Italian trattoria making this mistake, and one of Amsterdam’s most sophisticated hotels. To add insult to feminist injury, the Sancerre wasn’t even properly chilled. #Firstworldproblems if ever that hashtag applied…

Yamazato Amsterdam restaurant - amuse

Moving onto the food, things didn’t exactly get better quickly. An amuse bouche kicked off the “Chef’s Recommendation” menu: a square-shaped noodle work of modern art that tasted of slimy soy with baby corn. I didn’t get it – much like modern art. The first proper course, known as “Zensai”, looked incredible but didn’t deliver on flavour. Everything had that pre-prepared chill to it, as though the five little dishes had marched down a production line from fridge to table – their orders having been given by the chef hours ago. And that orange cup-shaped petal in the bottom left-hand corner that looks like an edible flower? It isn’t. I had to down half a glass of Sancerre just to take the bitter taste away…

Yamazato Amsterdam restuarant - Zensai

The sea bass soup was – well, perhaps it was an acquired taste. It was densely populated with that type of seaweed whose fronds are so fine it’s closer to algae. The sensation of it sliding down my throat was akin to something quite different. And not something I’d want a whole bowl of.

Thankfully, things finally improved after so many false starts. The sashimi was undeniably excellent. (Which may just go to prove that I’m such a philistine that when I think “Japanese food”, what I really mean is sushi. So be it.) The lobster with sea urchin sauce was decadent but nothing out of the ordinary – as ordinary as lobster can ever be, which I suppose is not very.

The shrimp cakes, wrapped in corn, deep fried and then dipped into something umami-sweet-and-savoury was perhaps my favourite dish – it had every element of balance from salty to sweet, and crunchy to soft. The beef was exciting, too: it came wrapped around veges and simmering in its own little juicy sauce. It knew what it was about.

Yamazato Amsterdam restaurant - eel soup

Then came another soup – considerably better and less slimy than the first – with fried chunks of eel, pickled veg, and “noodles” made of some other root. The miso and rice were also familiar and comforting after so many different flavours.

I am never a huge fan of Asian desserts and this one was no exception – although I’ll readily admit that this was probably more down to the diner than the chef. They always seem to involve things flavoured with green tea (other than hot water) and odd savoury ingredients turned sweet. In this case, there was green tea and tomato ice cream, a rather flabby Japanese pancake, a slightly out-of-place macaron, and something peachy in a glass (I liked that last bit but could’ve lived without the rest).

Eight courses later, it was time to leave before I’d have to re-mortgage my apartment to pay the bill. I walked out feeling like something had burnt a hole in my pocket. Was the problem that it genuinely wasn’t value for money? Was it that I just don’t get Japanese food? I still don’t know… Either way, on the plus side I doubt the Honey Badger will ever complain about not being taken to Michelin starred restaurant again.

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Sep 102014
 September 10, 2014  Restaurant reviews 1 Response »

Buuf (International) 4 Star Rating
Overtoom 495 (Oud-West), no phone, website

Let’s be honest here: in general (and by definition this is therefore a generalization), Dutch customer service is pretty bad. Even my Dutch friends agree, so it can’t just be us fussy international types. In many a restaurant review, I’ve written about the “Dance of the Flailing Customer” – that arms-waving, half-getting-out-of-your-seat, definitely-not-concentrating-on-what-your-dining-partner-is-saying type of dance move that we all seem to make at least four times in any Amsterdam restaurant situation: once to get a drink, once to ask for a menu, once to order food, and once to get the bill. There are, of course, exceptions, and one of these days when I’m famous (i.e. probably never) I will create my very own Amsterdam Customer Service Awards to hand out to the few restaurants that buck the trend.

Buuf Amsterdam restaurant

But until then, there’s Buuf. When I walked into Buuf, it had a kind of student canteen vibe to it. I was about 10 years older than the average diner, people were eating off trays, and food was being collected by all these 20-somethings once their little plastic discs started flashing red. I was skeptical. Wasn’t I too old for this? And in any case, wasn’t the whole point of going out for dinner that someone would bring my food to me?

But then I remembered the Dance of the Flailing Customer, and I sat right down. In fact, it was genius. No waiting to stop being invisible, no pensive glances over at the servers blatantly too busy checking their iPhones to actually serve anyone, and – above all – no flailing. I simply walked up to the pass, ordered our food, poured two glasses of wine for myself and my dinner date, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and sat back down to have an uninterrupted conversation. Bliss.

Buuf Amsterdam - main course

The food, when it came (and by that I mean when my little red thingy started flashing and I went to collect it), wasn’t half bad either. I had a minced lamb skewer which was moist and lightly spicy. It came with a yoghurt dressing, roasted vegetables and a potato salad whose only fault was that it had been made with leftover roast potatoes (I think – which is why they were a little hard and stale on the outside).

My friend ordered the Thai fish curry (the forkful I tried was good), and the nachos that we had to start were a perfectly edible version of a simple snack. My only real complaint was the desserts: the apple crumble was exactly how you grandmother wouldn’t have made it (solid, doughy and lacking in apples), while the carrot cake looked (and tasted) like it had been sitting in the fridge for a week – both the sponge and the icing had solidified to the point of cracking. Just don’t order dessert.

Do, however, order a snack, a main course and a couple of glasses of wine – all for €19. Yep, you read that right. All that money they save on useless serving staff means you actually can go out for dinner in Amsterdam for less than €20 – that is, so long as you’re prepared to eat off a tray.

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Sep 032014
 September 3, 2014  Foodie travels 2 Responses »

A few months ago, I wrote a blog post about my new freelance gig doing the marketing for Eating Amsterdam Tours. Now, 6 months later, I’ve started doing to same thing for Eating Prague Tours… Cue research trip!

You know how usually when you travel, no matter how much homework you’ve done and how many blog posts you’ve read, you’ll always have that one day where you end up drinking coffee with the strength of dishwater and eating a dodgy burger… just because you can’t prepare for every foodie eventuality?

Not so in Prague. Of course, I had the unparalleled advantage of my food tour colleagues (one of whom sent me a 3-page email of tips before I even arrived), the bloggers who write for Eating Prague’s travel blog, and a few locals I’d managed to persuade to meet me while I was there. Net-net, I didn’t have a single bad experience in Prague – and it was all down to the marvellous Prague-ians I had at my disposal.

Sauerkraut Zvonice Prague

So, since sharing is caring, here’s my foodie’s guide to Prague (or, more accurately, a guide by all the fab foodies I met along the way, which I just happened to collect together):

Best Czech restaurant: Lokal and Kolkovna

There are a couple of branches of Lokal in Prague, and it becomes pretty clear pretty quickly that this place is highly rated by locals. We tried their fried cheese (which was a bit – umm – simple, but good with a beer hangover) followed by a meaty main course of pork with sauerkraut and bread dumplings. Probably best eaten in winter. I also tried out Kolkovna Olympia with a couple of Czech locals – similarly wintry, comforting food (I had a slow-cooked goose leg with potato dumplings and red cabbage – you can see the theme here!).

Lokal Prague

Best pivovar (somewhere between a bar and a brewery): U Tří růží

We discovered this brewery-cum-beer bar, whose name translates as The Three Roses, on our first night wandering out of our apartment in the Old Town. I thought I’d died and gone to beer heaven. The amber ale was smooth as velvet, not too bubbly, and with the perfect balance of sweetness and hops. They serve food too – I could’ve spent all weekend there…

U Tri Ruzi - Prague - beer

And best place to taste lots of Czech beer (in one fell swoop!): Restaurace Jáma 

Jáma’s food and general atmosphere is one of an old-fashioned American dive bar; if you wandered into it in Texas or Tennessee it wouldn’t feel out of place. Except for one significant difference: instead of Budweiser (the American rip-off version) and Cors Light, at Restaurace Jáma you’ve got the choice of over a dozen great Czech beers on tap. And for 120 CZK, you can buy a tasting flight of six beers that come in this handy rack :-)

Beer rack at Restaurace Jama Prague

Plus a general beer tip: if, like me, you prefer Dutch-style beers over IPAs, forget the ubiquitous Pilsner Urquell and try Kozel – it’s a smooth, dark beer but nowhere near as strong as its Dutch equivalents.

Best wine bar: Tempo Allegro

When we wandered into Tempo Allegro, I knew it had been recommended to me, but what I’d forgotten was that I’d already been in Facebook contact with the owner. Premek is everything you could wish for in a sommelier and more: he makes great wine recommendations (he only serves one Czech wine because it’s the only one he says he can stand behind. The upshot? It’s the best Czech wine you’ll taste – reminiscent of a New Zealand pinot noir) and can suggest some delicious aperitivo-style snacks to go with his wines.

Tempo Allegro wine bar prague

Best cocktail bar: Hemingway Bar

Something that takes a little getting used to in Prague is that smoking is still allowed in many bars and restaurants. Although the ventilation generally seems to be pretty good, the waft of cigarettes is noticeable after several smoke-free years in much of Europe. However, don’t let that put you off visiting the Hemingway Bar for an absinthe-laced Illegal Mandarin or an it-would-be-rude-not-to Hemingway Daiquiri. We ended up thoroughly sozzled – but it was worth it.

Best coffee house: Original Coffee

Right around the corner from our apartment, this bean Mecca was our saviour of a Prague morning… The usual cappuccinos, espressos and flat whites are expertly made at Original Coffee, and come with free water and wifi. What more does a writer need?

And, of course, best food tour… Eating Prague Tours!

You know and I know that I’m not exactly unbiased here, but I really believe that I left the best till last: our Prague food tours take you to 7 ultra-local, authentic-Czech locations to sample dishes including sauerkraut soup (surprisingly, most people’s favourite), apple strudel (the Czech Republic lays as much claim to this dish as do Germany and Austria), chlebíčky (freshly topped open-faced sandwiches) and the Czech-est of Czech meals: svíčková. What’s more, it includes a brewery tour – a tour-within-a-tour, as it were – during which you get to sample the local tipple (did you know that Czechs drink around 160 litres of beer per person per year? Cheers to that!).

Chlebicky Prague

PS. I also manage their social media – so come and check out Eating Prague on Facebook and and follow @EatingPrague on Twitter!

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