Tuesday, October 23, 2018

MEAT & GREEK


Utrechtstraat 113 1017 VL 
Amsterdam, NL 


Growing up in New York having Greek friends, I learned a lot about the food. My first experience was working at “Il Giordino" in Hauppauge, Long Island New York for Efstathios Semitekelos and his family. 

Delivering food, being a waiter, cashier, short order cook, and up and coming Fat Kid, working there was all about “Gyros”  “Tzatziki”, “Spanikopita”, more eating, Athens and Efstathios’ stories. 

I’ve cruised past MEAT & GREEK “The Andere Griek” or “The Other Greek” at least 4-5 times before I stopped to take a taste. 

“Dat was een beetje dom….” 

Each time cycling by, the waft of herbs and spices would breeze through my nose drawing me in closer. But today I stopped! 

The Canal Belt, Tuesday afternoon half twee. It’s October drieentwintig and The Fat is BACK! 

Perched by the corner of the Prinsengracht and Utrechtsestraat the interior of MEAT & GREEK is decorated with blues and whites, traditional Greek colors.. It’s clean, small and efficiently running. 

The young inspired team of “Pita Professionals” are busy creating food only fit for the “Greek Gods of Goodness.” Lead by the owner Mano… this passionate, sharp, friendly staff have your food ready as quick as a thunderbolt from Zeus! 

Everyday, everything is homemade using the 50 year old, 15 day spiced Gyro seasoning family recipe. I say again, 50 year old, 15 day spiced Gyro seasoning family recipe!

Gyro is a cylinder of meat made from Pork, or a combination of Pork and Lamb. 

Both, “HEEL Lekker!”

Choose between the “Hot Greek” Gyro pita which adds Spicy Feta and JalapeƱos, to the “Greeky Freaky” that would give a “Philadelphia Cheesesteak” it’s run for the money. 

A Vegan option, The “Chef’s Favourite” adding a Fig Jam, #incredible, or the “Double Trouble,” a double meat Mt. Olympus sized Gyro pita. There is nothing aparthenon delicious Greek food coming from this kitchen! 


For me, The “Classic” Pita. It is exactly that… A “Classic.” 

First ingredient, the Pita. You need a good pita. One that doesn’t fall apart under pressure. 

MEAT & GREEK has just that! 

It is strong but buttery soft and holds your sandwich together. Next ingredient, the Cole Slaw. A nice sweet garden crunch that compliments the creamy Tzatziki. fresh Komkommer, Tomaten, Feta Kaas and Rode Uien. Uien. Uwwn, Uiyen. 

That’s a hard one for me to pronounce in Dutch!  

Now ladies and gentleman, the star of the attraction. 

The Meat! 

Needing an electric “Heggenschaar” in order to shave the meat off the rotisserie, the beautifully seasoned caramelized crunchy crispy most succulent meat that’s seasoned with salts, peppers, garlics, paprika’s, 50 year old, 15 day spiced family recipes and a pinch of f#%cking awesome awaits to be laid on top. 

As I drool, my jaw unhinges, I hunch my back and ready that first bite. Practically throwing my plate on the ground and screaming in Greek, “Opa!” And not for my grandfather, I am beyond satisfied as I finish my MEAT & GREEK Gyro pita in 300 spartans. 


I peel open my wet napkin, fix my posture, unbuckle my belt, and think, It’s good to be Fat again! 

Thursday, February 8, 2018

"The Boss"





Banketbakkerij Jan De Groot
Stationsweg 24 5211 TW
Den Bosch

“The Boss”

And don’t just assume cause I’m an American living in Holland I’m talking about Bruce Springsteen. But I was “Born In The U.S.A” and “My Hometown” had seen some “Glory Days” but I was “Born To Run” towards the “Streets of Philadelphia” while “Dancing in the Dark.”

I’m talking about the “Bossche Bol” from Banketbakkerij Jan De Groot in ‘s-Hertogenbosch also named “Den Bosch.”

Pff.. Say that 3x fast! Then, you are Dutch! Echt moeilijk man… !!

It’s a Saturday morning in Amsterdam, It’s cold out, windy, probably some rain, NO sun anywhere in the forecast so I think to myself, “Lekker weer! What a perfect day to get a “Bossche Bol!”

I check the train schedule and start my journey.. I’ve got about an hour to prepare for my encounter with the “Faberge Egg of Whipped Cream!”

The M54 metro from Wibautstraat towards Centraal Station shaves about 10 minutes off..

50 minutes left!

A two minute walk, I board the Intercity 851 towards Maastricht on Platform 4B.

The train is busy, people scurrying to find a place to sit. I get lucky and grab a window seat, take out my notebook and begin to write.

48 minutes and counting…

My own personal mini movie plays just outside my window. Beautiful Amsterdam city to farmland within minutes.  A mini forest, another small city, back to country canals to mini forests, back to farmland. Mooi!

I snap out of my day dream by hearing “Het Volgende Station is Utrecht Centraal” or “The Next Station is Utrecht Central…”

About 30 minutes more.

Snelheid: honderd achtien km/uur or 73 mph doesn’t seem fast enough but finally we arrive,
Den Bosch!  
A 5 minute walk from the station stands the Jan De Groot Banketbakkerij. 18 years in business, 40 people waiting on line outside and an average of 10,000 Bossche Bollen sold each Saturday I make my way in…

Yes, I said 10,000 BOSSCHE BOLLEN on average each SATURDAY, alone!

Chew on that for a while…  Uh, OK!

They have beautiful food, soups to sandwiches however I’m here specifically for one thing and one thing only, the “Bossche Bol.”

About the size of an overweight tennis ball, they serve me up one quickly after I sit down.

I laugh when it arrives because I’m handed tiny utensils to eat this thing with. “One small bite for man, one giant leap for man’s stomach,” I am sent to the moon with that first bite!

When I sink my teeth in, I get an explosion of “Slagroom” aka Whipped Cream.
“How do they get so much Whipped Cream inside?” I think to myself as my eyes roll back into my head.  It’s fresh, fluffy and FULL. The pastry, light and airy. Flakey, but not like a friend who cancels on you last minute. Oh and the chocolate shell, so subtle, soft not over sweet.. a perfect mix of powdered sugar, vanilla and cocoa powder.

This thing is “The Boss” and it’s in charge of my taste buds asking me to work overtime today...

I have one, then two, then a third. Yes I know, this is not normal but I can’t stop!

Despite the struggle with my inner Fat Kid and almost biting my hand off, I push myself away from the table, pay and walk slowly back to the train station feeling like a human Bossche Bol.  


Whether it’s with coffee, after dinner, for breakfast as a gift or after an hour long train ride, it doesn’t matter. The “Bossche Bol” from Jan De Groot Banketbakkerij in ‘s-Hertogenbosch or, “Den Bosch.”  is “the best there is, the best there was and the best there ever will be.”