The Best Place to Dine Out in Amsterdam for our Autumn 2017 Edition: we crown Cedars. We all know that Amsterdam is a city where space is at a premium and service can be classified as delightfully European aloof, here out of all places you will find Cedars, which has the luxury of high ceilings, […]
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An indelible memory of Lisbon will be our walks along the Tagus river. The evening market, buzz of people, music, and the sound of tinkling glasses. A city during the evening, and at night, has a different character. It crawls out from under its mask and truly reveals itself. I feel closer, more connected with […]
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Belem pichkari jo tune mujhe maari Toh bole re zamana kharabi ho gayi Planning the day for Belem had Apoorva constantly singing this warped song and now everytime I think of Belem this tune is stuck in my head, HELP! Belem is gorgeous. What an inadequate adjective to use, so let me try harder, the sky is […]
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In 2013, Apoorva put this up as his Facebook status update: Some electives for the upcoming Autumn term. What would you like to study? Sociology of the upper-middle class Misogyny and education Poetry of poverty Mental health in patriarchal societies Conflict and negotiation in family settings Mathematical methods for personal relationships Psychology of empathy History […]
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Everytime we visit the Foodhallen my faith in humanity is restored. You might think that is a bit of an exaggeration but it is true. Let me explain, firstly, it is a recycle project, and you know how much I like those (remember this post about The High Line). So, while it commercially opened as a […]
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The idea was to grab lunch outside. We picked up Apoorva who was working in Coffee Company and started walking in the general direction of Sarphati Park. We kept striking off places as we went, not this, not that. We crossed Hotel Okura and walked passed a branch of Loetje. I have been to the Loetje […]
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We had dinner at Mama Makan. Though for Hindi speakers it sounds like Mama’s house, in Indonesian it means Mama’s Food. The concept is that you are at Mama’s kicthen, sitting on the table, with mismatched yet charming plates, old quaint cutlery that is heavy and solid like Mama’s love (I suppose), and Mama brings out […]
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