What I Ate in Amsterdam (and What I'd Skip)
It's easy to get Amsterdam wrongfrom the moment you step off the train—like the time I nearly got lost in the Albert Cuyp Market, chasing the smell of stroopwafels only to find the stall selling them had closed for the day. I stood there, holding a half-eaten apple, as a local woman chuckled and pointed me toward a tiny alley where a family-run bakery still had warm ones. That’s when I realized: Amsterdam’s food scene isn’t about ticking off tourist spots—it’s about listening to locals and letting them guide you. One of my favorite meals was at a place called De Kas, tucked away on a quiet street near the Vondelpark. It’s not on every guidebook, but it’s the kind of spot where you’ll find chefs foraging for ingredients in their own garden. I had the beetroot tartare with goat cheese and pickled onions for €18, and the dish was so fresh it tasted like the earth itself had been seasoned. The menu changes daily, but they always have a few vegetarian options that are as creative as t...