1. Gustapizza. Their spicy salami, hot sauce and "devilishly good" mozzarella are all fantastic but it's that dough that takes the cake. And the pie next to it.
2. Bicycle Hotel free breakfast. The breakfast that stole my granola virginity. The place where I tasted applestroop (it's basically sugar + apples. Nothing to rave about). The place where I put sprinkles on my toast and ate it like it was a piece of birthday cake. The place where they served cream in a jug next to the jug of milk (still not sure what the cream was for).
3. Gelato. Especially pear oriented flavours. Pear and ricotta. Pear and caramel. Or pera, if you want to get all Italian on me and shit.
4. Baguette. All crunchy and crusty with its chewy interior. So good to rip into or dip into Ayam green curry sauce if you're feeling saucy. Appropriately phallic in nature. Would bang (and I've officially disgusted myself).
5. Kim's Vietnamese Hut. Go to it. Camden Markets. 5.50 pounds can buy you a mega-plate of chow mein, bundles of vegetables and a big, juicy portion of steamed or fried salmon.
6. Spang Makandra. Who would've thought that the best thing I would eat in Amsterdam would be Indonesian/Suranamese food? No fucks given because this was a plate of deliciousness. I was also called "Miss Australia" here by a fellow customer, presumably because my figure, face and stature reminded said customer of Jennifer Hawkins.
7. Hotel Villa San Lorenzo Maria free breakfast. Where individually packaged biscuits are served in mounding baskets. Where delicious, buttery pastries are served on a warmer. Where delightful men ask what beverage you want as soon as you walk in (cappuccino, always). Where muesli has an abundance of banana chips (my favourite part of any muesli).
8. Aperitivo. Aperitivo. Aperitivo.
Ode to aperitivo... Can't be fucked rhyming right now. But aperitivo, you have stolen my heart (and the contents of Little Mishelle's stomach which was deposited at various points on the journey from Rome to Doha). 8-10 euros can buy you a delicious alcoholic beverage (or mocktail if you are like us and can only stomach virgin banana coladas) and access to a buffet of never-ending deliciousness.
My only wish is that the buffet was better lit so I could have gotten some better pictures of it.
10. Super soft dutch bread. I don't know how they do it but it is like eating clouds. I bought some mueslibollen only to find out it had peanuts in it. I ate it anyway. Its softness reigned supreme.
Foods I'm not missing:
1. Rucola. Fuck you, rucola. You taste like a horse's ass.
2. Icy leaves outside Villa Savoye. You just taste like ice. And make me cold.
J
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