So, a foodie weekend in Amsterdam begins.. The light patter of rain at the windows did not stop us from getting out to see the city’s food offerings on Friday morning (though it may have delayed it for a couple of hours as we were kidnapped by duvets). Our unanimous first stop was Café de Prins to have its poffertjes (mini Dutch pancakes) with vanilla ice cream. Unfortunately our number one thing to try no longer featured on the menu; but we could not resist the wooden panelled interiors with candles lit, local Dutch men quietly reading the paper and a resident cat who skulked in through the window. We quickly spoiled the peace of the locals with our custom loud expressions of appreciation of the places we discover. We ordered a coffee to start the day and were recommended to try pancakes at an authentic pancake house by the waitress who certainly did not lack that characteristic Dutch friendliness. So on we plodded on our hunt that criss-crossed the pictouresque canals of Amsterdam
Thanks to our local source of knowledge, Tom, we managed to get hold of this Dutch delicacy (poffertjes) street-food style in the market just outside of the city centre. Poffertjes: fluffy little mouthfuls of batter drizzled in nutella, maple syrup and butter were melted on our tongues leaving on the custom cardboard plate an amalgamation of buttery mapley chocolatiness to tackle.. and so between the three of us we licked the platter clean..
Our search for a pancake house was fruitless (to our dismay Gala’s number one place to go Upstairs Pancake House was closed) so we were a little flat when we arrived at Olive magazine recommended ‘Screaming Beans‘, which claimed to have the best coffee in Amsterdam. We obviously could not put this to the test and try them all, but this silky and heart-warming coffee would be pretty stiff competition and cheered us up right away. Gala, coffee enthusiast, was in barista heaven and thoroughly enjoyed the “well-rounded flavour” and “aesthetically pleasing latte art” whilst my humble palette was tickled by my deliciously frothy cappuccino.
A very kind barista, from Devon of all places, sat down with us and told us his favourite pancake house a few streets down which we finally found for our last stop before home time. There was absolutely no question as to what we would order, we had been waiting all weekend to try… Bacon and Apple Dutch Pancakes please! Crispy golden brown they appeared, an unreal combination of melting batter base and sweet caramelised apple, all cut through by ladders of crispy and salty streaky bacon. There could not have been a more fruitful ending to our trip.
Warning to visitors: the canals and bridges form a confusing, if beautiful, maze; so give yourself plenty of time to find places on your hit-list! Our pancake hunt was certainly worth the effort though, good things come to those who wait!
Thank you to Olive magazine for recommendations and Tom for hosting, we hope you enjoyed our adventure!