Amsterdam Report--Spring 2017
First let me say a thing or two about location. We found a pleasant boutique hotel—LJ 76, which I recommend highly for its friendly service and comfortable accommodations (although, admittedly, we do not require much luxury)—near the Museumplein, and this was probably one of our most important vacation decisions since the site provided easy transport to both the Central Station and airport, was in walking distance of all the restaurants mentioned below (as well as many others worthy of attention), and was, obviously, near several of the city’s major museums, which, global Museum Ticket in hand, we visited frequently.
. . . bringing me to our first restaurant,
Rijks, adjacent to the Rijksmuseum itself. Like many of the city’s current upscale restaurants, this one is also devoted to small dishes, offering a variety of interesting small choices--which at Rijks were indeed small--at moderately expensive prices. Flanked by a pair of amuse-bouches (an especially memorable savory raisin fritter on a cheese cream and sprinkled with tomato powder) and petites-fours at the end, the meal began with a dish that, frankly, did not do justice to its subject, white asparagus, although the few slivers of smoked trout that followed did. Fortunately, my wife and I then opted for an unsmall selection, a monkfish in butter sauce that was one of the “for-two” offerings and which turned out to be perhaps the best preparation of monkfish I’ve ever had. A nice tart rhubarb mille-feuille topped off the meal.
Service at Rjjks was a little slow, but not agonizingly so like it was at
Ron Gastrobar, operated by the Michelin starred chef Ron Blaauw. In this case, the foie gras starters—one seared, the other foamed and creamed—and the sea bream main my wife and I shared—cooked Asian style in coconut milk and perhaps the best single dish of our trip—were separated by an unacceptable distance in time, so much so we were comped for our wine and beer without any prompting. Nearby tables were also comped for one thing or another, since the general edgy dissatisfaction was palpable. We were eventually told that the restaurant had been slammed by a couple of tour groups—for which they were apparently unprepared--and perhaps this was an abnormal occurrence; based on the quality of the food, I would probably give Ron another chance, although I would definitely be leery about scheduling anything anytime soon after the meal.
Restaurant Blauw is a block or two above Ron, and it was there that I sampled my first rijsttafel, reputed by NYT to be the best in town. I enjoyed both the variety and taste of the fifteen or so meat—primarily satays and curries--and vegetable/salad dishes placed in front of me, although I did not find the flavors that much more inspiring or different from those I’ve encountered in the best of Chicago’s Thai restaurants. I’d certainly love to experience it again, and perhaps compare some of the other Indonesian restaurants’ versions—there are a couple more, by the way, near the Museumplein—although, as with our deep-dish pizza, a biannual visit would probably be sufficient for me. My wife, by the way, ordered a la carte, and she was very satisfied with her deep-fried prawns and her sea bream, carmelized very nicely in a coconut (I think) sauce.
Although we may have found the best dishes of our trip elsewhere, our most enjoyable overall experience was at
John Dory in the nearby Canal District. This is a small restaurant (up the spiral staircase) and bar (downstairs and outside to the canal) that is very dependent on the daily fish market. In fact, although there was a menu posted outside, we were never given one, and only offered a choice on the number of courses, from 2 to 6. That was fine with us (we’re a pair of omnivores when it comes to seafood), and we put ourselves in the chef’s hands for three fish dishes (also framed by amuse bouches and petites fours). They included chunks of mackerel with an eel-cream-onion garnish, sole prepared with chorizo in a meaty broth, and haddock cooked with seaweed in a Sherry sauce. The wine pairings were excellent (a particularly fruity white pinot noir with the first), and the service and timing were about as good as it gets. Because of a combination of all these factors, this would be one table I would certainly reserve in advance on any subsequent visit to Amsterdam.
And Dutch traditional fare? Well, there’s always
La Falote with its very simple offerings, and homey atmosphere. I was there on an off- night (late Monday), so it was an easy walk-in, but considering the quality and price of the food and the restaurant’s reputation, I suspect that would not be the case around dinner hour on the weekend. I highly recommend the pea soup (if you like one with chunky porky meats), and since my main (a tasty hunk of ham on the bone) came with a bevy of vegetables (including both boiled and fried potatoes) and it was near the end of my stay, there was no room for the apple pie (with ice cream and schlag), which I’m sure would have been very wonderful and very large. And, oh yes, a friendly and accommodating staff; when one of the diners at a nearby table realized she had to make a trek to an ATM machine, the waitress not only gave her detailed instructions but offered to lend her a bike.
And if, on the other hand, you’ve had too much of the Dutch tradition, there’s always the
Seafood Bar which delivers exactly what its name seems to promise. In fact, from the abundance and particulars of the menu (our oysters, prawns, and lemon sole were all pristinely fresh), from the boisterous crowd and staff, I was immediately transported back to the exuberant and simple seafood houses of a generation or two ago in US cities like Philly, NYC, and Boston. I don’t know if such places still exit in any quantity on our coasts, but at least one of them can still be found in Amsterdam.
Addresses:
Rijks
Museumstraat 2
Ron Gastrobar
Sophialaan 55
Restaurant Blauw
Amstelveenseweg 158-160
John Dory
Prinsengracht 999
La Falote
Roelof Hartstraat 26
Van Baerlestraat 5
& Spui 15
&
LJ 76
Jan Luijkenstraat 76
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