Amsterdam Foodie

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 Yam Yam I make an exception.

We ordered a couple of carafes of Sicilian wine, some marinated artichoke, buffalo mozzarella, bruschetta, bresaola and tapenade to start. All were simple, naked and focused on the quality of the ingredients, nothing more.

But then the reason for our visit: the pizza. Andrea and I were torn between the prosciutto crudo and the house speciality, which involves ham, rocket, parmesan and (most importantly) truffle sauce. So we ordered both and shared. The dough was proper Neapolitan: wafer thin, nutty and ever-so-slightly charred around the edges.

It being a celebration, we finished up with tiramisu and limoncello. I’m not a huge fan of the latter (though, as limoncello goes, this was the good stuff), but the tiramisu was excellent: not water-logged (or rather, coffee-logged), and the liqueur was feisty but not domineering.

The bill came to just €30 each, with economies of scale, which may be pricier than takeaway but it’s worth every euro cent. South of the Westerpark, north of the Oud-West, Yam Yam is the west’s best-kept secret: which means that if anyone actually reads this blog, I’m not doing those of us in the know any favours!