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August 16, 2017

“La Place” Takes It’s Place As A Dutch Favourite…

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The weather in the Netherlands can be fickle, and one of my trips to Gouda was no different.

Having looked around the Waag and whilst inside at the “VVV” (Visitor information office) the heavens opened and it poured torrents.

After waiting a few minutes and seeing that the showers were not going to let up quickly, I decided that it would be a good moment to stop for lunch.

A phone call to Himself  let me know that Little Mr was far from finished at the Lego shop so I should get something for myself and we would join up later.

Feeling tired, I literally wheeled myself into the nearest place available: “la Place” located next door.

La Place” (pronounced: la plass)  is well known to Dutch locals,  since it was the long time restaurant / café section of the more than one hundred year old “V&D” (Vroom & Dreesmann) department store chain. Sadly the rise of internet shopping and cheaper (especially clothing) shops meant that the main V&D business went bankrupt in 2016. The restaurant /café section however had always been popular and profitable so was sold off as and continues as a separate entity.

I therefore knew the “brand” well, and an early lunch there was most welcome. Having omitted to have breakfast I opted for a meatball sandwich and a small portion of fries, neither of which I had had in mind when I went in, and can’t quite explain why I ordered. (I went in for a “brodje gezond and a fresh orange juice”, so go figure). It didn’t matter because both were excellent and the staff were brilliant, carrying everything to my table and checking if everything was ok, rather than let me balance a tray on my lap in the wheelchair. Since the main lunchtime rush had not begun and my table was close to the cashier, I could even get my money out at the table and they bought my change back to me there. I did stand to take most of the photographs, since my seated level didn’t give me as nearly a good view. I would go back any time, both food and service were brilliant. This chain is still in business all around the Netherlands and with a very decent range of very reasonably priced food it deserves it’s reputation as a perennial dutch favourite.

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June 20, 2017

Of Course We Ate More Than We Intended…

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You know the feeling when you have eaten too much but everything looks so amazing that you are tempted to take something more?

That pretty much describes our breakfast on the second morning at Hotel ’t Speulderbos / Bilderberg in the summer of 2016.
Located in Garderen in the heart of the Veluwe, a lovely wooded and as close to “national park” area you will get in a tiny crowded country like the Netherlands, this a wonderfully quiet place to wake up in.

I’d taken a zillion photographs of the breakfast buffet before I set out to see the Sand Sculpture festival the day before, our mega early rising meant that we were some of the first guests to arrive, something I took full advantage of as my camera shutter got busy.

Sunday’s breakfast was altogether a different affair. We slept in, (which for Himself, means rising at 7:00 a.m. instead of 5:00 a.m.) Being a “normal” person I slept on for another hour, finding Himself already showered, dressed and reading a book in the early morning sun on the outside of our ground floor French doors.

By the time we kicked ourselves into action and entered the breakfast room it was crowded. This time I focused my camera on a few things that took my fancy.

I liked how they stood the eggs up in a bed of salt, the tiny dished for guests to scoop out hagelslag (chocolate sprinkles) so that they could take it to their table and assemble it there. Just past Reception I saw a display of local beers, and whilst I detest the stuff the labels are intriguing and I take snaps to show to our beer loving friends.

Himself picked out a few to take back and try, and a few as gifts, I contented myself with photos. For some reason I am drawn to taking photographs of bread, even before I started this blog, the allure of a cracked crust dusted in flour has been irristable.

Bread therefore features heavily in this post, and also jars filled with “things various”, a strange mix of everything from bulgur to sundried tomatoes. Breakfast itself was as delicious as the day before, I would love to have someone set up this buffet for me at home every day, Luckily for my waistline this is definitely a dream. Himself and I of course ate more than we intended, don’t we all when the delicacies are laid out so invitingly? The it was back to the room to pack the bag and get onto the road. We have an unusual destination in mind.

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Hotel ’t Speulderbos / Garderen – Veluwe / Hotel Bilderberg Group

June 19, 2017

This Was A Delicious Surprise!

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Following yesterdays post, Himself and I were in Garderen in the east of the country for a quiet weekend away.

I had spent Saturday touring the Sand Sculpture festival, with the aid of a wheelchair, managing to see everything from start to finish.

Himself  first enjoyed a long walk in the forests of the Veluwe and then hired a bike from the hotel and cycled to the birthplace of his mother, some 17 kms away, did some touring and sightseeing and had the sort of hours alone that is impossible to achieve at home.

After I’d taken a nap we went for dinner in the  Hotel ’t Speulderbos of the Bilderberg Group, where we were staying. The dinner we had enjoyed the evening before set a very high standard so we were intrigued to see what was on offer this evening.

Having discovered the Oklahoma smoker,  (my latest addition of “kitchen equipment” on my “If I won the lottery” list .. forget shoes!) we then had the terrible dilemma of everything looking so good that we didn’t know where to start.

Inside was laid out an extensive buffet of salads, hot and cold side dishes, most of the meat and fish of course coming from the smoker, some of the veggie dishes too (the courgettes and corn were amazing).

The outside tables were packed full when we arrived so we sat inside, but since we were late arrivals the crowed thinned out allowing me to take photographs of the food without disturbing other diners.

The only error I made was to leave the photographs of the desert buffet until later. The diners had made excellent inroads into these delicious specimens, I had only one photograph of anything “whole” and that was a new desert that was place there just as I came to take photos.

One small detail as the “Kiwi” in me did a double take, I thought I saw a Pavlova amongst the desserts! My heart soared! Then I realised it was actually a Baked Alaska, and that foamy- marshmallow-look was actually vanilla ice cream. My heart sank, but not for long because the Baked Alaska was divine too. The food was amazing, not only did I covert the Oklahoma smoker, Himself and I wanted to steal the chefs as well! It’s not often that I would return somewhere on the globe solely for the food, this is one of those places.

Himself and I agreed that we would not hesitate to return to this hotel, or any others in this same Bilderberg chain.The staff were friendly and helpful to a level that pleasantly surprised us, our later arrival and dinner the evening before was no problem, the one and only glitch was that I could not get my laptop on line, even multiple attempts by the willing and able staff at Reception were fruitless.

As you know, bloggers are lost without their beloved internet connections but actually Himself and I enjoyed our evening so much I didn’t miss it at all.  This was a meal much enjoyed and Himself and I have discovered a new “favourite” place to come for  treat. With locations throughout the Netherlands, who knows where we will be traveling to in the future. The chefs here are far above the standard that  Himself and I often experience, it’s safe to say that this was a delicious surprise!

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Hotel ’t Speulderbos / Garderen – Veluwe / Hotel Bilderberg Group

June 18, 2017

I Discover The Oklahoma Smoker…

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After my day out at the 2016 Garderen Sand Sculpture I went to bed back at our hotel for a good rest.

Later after freshening up, Himself and I made our way to the restaurant for a late dinner.

The chef that evening was cooking outside on a huge beast of a barbeque, which I learned was called an Oklahoma smoker.

The helpful chef didn’t mind that I was interested and explained that the smoker works by stoking up the small firebox at the end of the unit.

There is a small duct that lets the heat from the firebox enter the main chamber, the airflow of which gives both upward and downward heat.

In fact, so much heat is generated that a second smoking chamber of food can be cooked there too.

The chef told me that he cooks things like steaks and hamburger patties in the first chamber, and is tonight cooking salmon in the second one. The smoker is constructed from a heavy metal material which is well insulated to keep the heat in and by stoking the fire in the firebox you can regulate the heat as you wish. Forget that I don’t even have a garden to put on in: as a foodie I am drooling over the thought of ever owning one of these!!!

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Hotel ’t Speulderbos / Garderen – Veluwe / Hotel Bilderberg Group

April 28, 2017

Breakfast And Babysitting… An Excellent Way To Start The Day.

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The Saturday morning of our Garderen weekend away, Himself and I were up bright and early as to make the best of the day.

In the Hotel ’t Speulderbos Bilderberg breakfast room of the  hotel it was still quiet and we almost had the place to ourselves, so I took photographs, then Himself helped me get a plate to eat and we sat down.

We were just finishing when the room fulled almost completely: clearly we just missed breakfast rush hour.

Himself wanted extra coffee and went off to get it, but by now there was quite a queue so he wasn’t so quickly back. In the meantime I noticed a lady alone at a close by table who had a restless baby on her lap.

It was also very clear the she hadn’t managed to grab much to eat, and she had nothing to drink so I went over and asked if she was alone or expecting a partner or husband to arrive.

She was English and told me that their toddler son had had a terrible night and that her husband had walked the floor with him trying to get him to sleep, the two of them were now soundly asleep in their room, but now the baby was awake and a bundle of energy. The lady looked really tired, so I asked if she would mind if I sat with the baby whilst she got a proper breakfast. I told her that a lady with crutches was hardly going to sprint away with her baby, that I had two kids now older who in their early days had given us more than our fair share of sleepless nights and a helping hand would have been most welcome.

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She looked me up and down and must have decided I looked honest because she handed me her daughter and went off to get a proper plate of food and a hot drink.

I’m positive she probably kept an eye on me from afar to make sure anyway. Himself returned rather surprised to find me a short distance away from our table, holding a baby, who was fine with some conversation, smiles and a cuddle.

I explained, and the lady returned, expecting me to give the baby back right away.

Since I was sitting at her table anyway, I reminded her that eating anything with a wiggling baby on your lap is really hard, the baby was fine, so she should eat with two hands whilst she had the chance.

She looked surprised and relieved, and seeing for herself that her daughter was comfortable, managed to enjoy her breakfast.

They were only staying one night in Garderen, but she was very grateful for the unexpected help. After everyone had finished we wished her an excellent day and a nice trip in the Netherlands. Personally I think human beings should all help one another when we can, and that if you have your eyes open then there are plenty of opportunities to do so… and many small things like this are easy to do.

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Hotel ’t Speulderbos in Garderen / Bilderberg chain / The Veluwe / The Netherlands

April 27, 2017

A Fabulous Evening And A Seriously Good Meal…

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Arriving at the Bilderburg Hotel’t Speulderbos in the Veluwe last year, Himself and I headed into the dining room before it closed for the evening.

As late arrivals we headed in to find it almost completely full, but most of the diners had left by the time our entrée was finished.

We discovered later that there was a very large group staying at the hotel this weekend who were keeping to a schedule so clearly they arrived at roughly the same time earlier in the evening.

It was wonderful to enjoy a more sophisticated dinner, and to have conversation uninterrupted. Without the need to drive home, Himself could enjoy wine and an after-dinner cognac.

Having been busy packing bags for ourselves and the kids, the afternoon had been busy; I’d skipped lunch and Himself, a habitually early riser at around 5:00 a.m. usually has an early lunch so we were very hungry when we sat down to eat.Both of us enjoyed three courses, the food was fabulous and we were pleasantly surprised at how high the standard was.  I had fish, Himself had beef and everything was cooked to perfection.  It was a fabulous meal, well enjoyed.

Afterwards we stopped at the Reception desk so that Himself could sort out hiring a bike for the next day, whilst he was busy I spied a wooden box filled with small brown paper bags.  Although they were labelled “Veluwse Sprokkelhoutjes” (Veluwse tinder) and “Veluwse Zwienenkeutelties” (Wild boar poo), they were in fact bags of sweets (candy). Back in our room Himself caught a glimpse of a large frog on the path outside. I tried to get a photograph but only succeeded in a blurry blob because it was too dark.  My night photography skills leave a lot to be desired!

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Hotel ’t Speulderbos in Garderen / Bilderberg chain / The Veluwe / The Netherlands

April 4, 2017

Eating At “Storm Aan Zee”, When There Is A Storm On The Sea …

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We have arrived on the side of Den Helder opposite the port.

It was the 2016 Easter weekend and we have just come off the ferry from Texel, where we have spent the weekend with two sets of friends.

Kiwi Daughter is travelling in the other car rented by one set of friends, the other friend and her daughter are travelling with the rest of us in our car.

Because I never eat before a boat trip, I am now feeling more than a little peckish, the others, who did have breakfast, are hungry again since it is lunch time, so although the place we have come to see is literally meters away, the concessions is that a lunch break is in order first.

The eatery for that lunch is “Storm aan Zee” (Storm on the Sea) and there can hardly be a more appropriate name for it on a day like this.

We, and others battle the wind for a cosy place inside and are soon sitting down for toasted sandwiches, fries, hot chocolates, teas and coffees. The place is decked out from top to toe in nautical and Dutch items: the stone Bols genever bottles, ropes, old kettles etc. The food and service were excellent: our party arrived in dribs and drabs but putting Kiwi Daughters food and drinks by our earlier bill was no problem (Dutch cafe’s and restaurants are rarely in the habit of splitting bills: that’s usually for the customers to take care off.

The wood stove looks like just the thing on a colder winter’s day, and there are some quirky seating, like small sheepskin rugs on a few of the seats in place of cushions. It’s not the sheepskin rug seat covers have have us all giggling however…

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March 18, 2017

An Unexpected Date Night…

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One thing about having an extra family share our holiday accommodation, is that in appreciation of the fact that they did not have to hire a separate and more expensive house, they looked after our kids and sent Himself and I off for a quiet “date night” meal together.

This happened during the Easter weekend of 2016 and so Himself and I thought we would make the most of the offer.

Deciding that dinner in the Krim Holiday park’s on-site restaurant would be just as good as one in the near by village, we made our way to eat a quiet and uninterrupted meal.

It was after 7:30pm when we arrived, mostly because a late start to the day meant that we had had in turn a late lunch and gotten back to the holiday park late after being out all afternoon.

We arrived in the restaurant to find a lot of families just leaving, and daylight fast disappearing, so photography was done on a fast shutter speed under artificial light. The resulting photographs are a little bit less than focused, but I suppose better some photos than none. Due to our late arrival, it was easier to take the buffet option than to order a la carte, and since the buffet food looked good, there was no queue for getting meat or fish made to order on the grill it turned out to be an excellent choice.

There was a salad bar, a selection of fish, seafood and meat that was to be cooked to order and all the usuals like soup, fresh bread, warm vegetables, pasta, potatoes, rice dishes etc. We almost had the place to ourselves so it was a very easy and delicious meal. The staff were extremely helpful, carrying my plate for me to our table, coming over to ask for instance if I wanted extra shrimps cooked, instead of me having to walk over and wait by the grill. That extra service is not necessarily usual in the Dutch restaurant trade so we made sure to show our appreciation in the tip. It was a much enjoyed meal… there is one photo in the series however where my desert looks like it has something like raw chicken on the side of the plate: never fear, it was aa sort of custardy, creamy pudding that had a shine on it.

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January 25, 2017

Il Caminetto, A Beautiful Setting for Both A Meal And A Learning Experience…

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Having been lucky enough to score a spot in the central restaurant in Isselburg-Anholt, a German town almost on the German/ Dutch border, exactly on the day that they were celebrating the hunting season with a grand and formal meal.

As part of a series of events it was clear that a lot of preparation had been put into this special day.

From the young people taking part in their formal attire, traditional sashes, hats and costume for the young men, the formal group meal with speeches and, the horses and carriages that arrived to carry the party off to the next stage of the celebrations, we had stumbled on something special and were excited to learn something new to us.

The restaurant called “il Caminetto” and is located in a very beautiful, equally old building.

The staff were very friendly, helpful and informative, even though most of the time they were very busy with the larger hunting party event group. Our main course was lovely, the dessert delectable and the atmosphere of the building added what ended up being a well enjoyed lunch. We didn’t have a horse drawn carriage waiting for us when we left, but we left well fed and happy, so we got the fairy tale ending anyway.

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Il Caminetto – Ratskeller Anholt
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Germany /  Isselburg-Anholt / Restaurant il Caminetto

November 11, 2016

Finding An Accessible Beach Spot…

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This summer my kids spent their fair share of time at the beach.

Most of the time they were with  a group that consists of several families and they had several set places to go to that were firm favourites.

Getting to most of these favourite places involved a walk or bike ride through the dunes, so were not possible for me to visit.

We therefore made a loose arrangement that during the week they would go to which location they fancied, but on weekends we would chose somewhere where it was possible for me to join them.

Located on the southern side of the harbour, and with a car-park very close by, La Cantina is a perfect location to take anyone in a wheelchair or who can not walk far.

There was a choice of indoor or outdoor seating, so we chose to sit out of doors but with  large shade umbrella.The kids came and went as other adults accompanied them to the water and on the sand so at some moments I was alone, other moments sitting with other adults between supervision duties. Nearing the end of the day everyone started to get hungry so we ordered dinner: this for 99% of us consisted of pancakes, I had shrimp since I had had a toasted sandwich earlier.

The staff are very friendly and especially patient when after everyone else has ordered a certain kid said ” I think I want a pancake… wait… (looks through entire menu very slowly as our waitress stands waiting)… yes, I’ll have a pancake“. Seriously kid? Our meal arrives and pancakes are scoffed by kids, who then race way for a game on the sand before returning later for ice-blocks. The sun is shining, the day is warm, the kids are busy and happy, the food is great and I’m not doing the washing-up. What’s not to like?

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