DBMA: Londontown
In which I describe in excruciating detail what I had on a recent visit to London. Contains spoilers.
Martinis, food and all sorts of other debauchery
In which I describe in excruciating detail what I had on a recent visit to London. Contains spoilers.
In which I explore the depths of Vienna’s nightlife, complete with swanky cocktails, coked out half-celebrities and overpriced entries to dimly lit clubs. Or in which I write about a cozy cafe and a schnitzel with molten cheese. You decide.
Now, before I start venturing into the culinary delights of the Netherlands, and after having written about how good they are at importing stuff, I’m going to post a little disclaimer here. First off, the Netherlands are not a place with a rich unique cuisine. To be precise, there seem to be two things they like to attribute to their cuisine, and that’s pancakes and fries. Everything else seems to be imported. So don’t expect me writing about this or that Dutch specialty, because, well, there really aren’t any.
With that out of the way, here’s another thing I might add. They don’t do coffee too well. The only read good coffee we had was at the Douwe Egbert’s Cafe in Amsterdam.
And yes, the Google Street View image shows a construction site, but trust me, it is there.
They made a pretty good Café Latte and the first day we were there, I had a chocolate muffin for breakfast:
My girlfriend opted for an apple pie, which I was told wasn’t half bad either.
Since we only spent two nights in Amsterdam and the café was so close to our Hotel, we went there not just once, but twice. The next day my stomach needed something a bit more hearty, so I had a grilled ham and cheese sandwich:
With the cheese molten to perfection, I was what you may call a happy camper, only that I didn’t really camp, but, well, stayed at a hotel.
I do feel a bit bad for not venturing much further into town on the lookout for a less chainesque café, but on the other hand, it was my vacation, so give it a rest already.
Come back tomorrow for a sad but entertaining look at the one-size-fits-all cuisine of tourist locations.
As promised in my first post, I’ll not just be writing about food but about drink as well. And in my case drink mainly means dry Martinis.
I started mixing Martinis out of curiosity a bit more than a year ago, and well, I didn’t stop. In the early days of my mixing adventures I kept a regular log of my progress, aptly titles “The Martini Chronicles”. Check them all out at my mothership, Stormgrass.
And for those of you who don’t want to spend their time sifting through my old updates, I’ve written a Google Knol on how to mix the perfect Martini. I got mad props from the whole of the Internet posse for that (11 reviews resulting in 4 1/2 of 5 stars!), so basically, I’m the new Martini guru. And rightly so, cause I even read a book about Martinis which I got from my girlfriend for my last birthday.
Here’s the link to my knol. Read it, breathe it and soon you’ll be mixing your own!
