So, here I am in New York City, thinking about the apple pie that I had in Amsterdam. Yep, that’s the life of a nomad. You’re always in one place thinking about the experiences you had in another. For me, right now, that’s apple pie. In Amsterdam.
Although the Americans claim apple pie as their own, my good friends at Wiki tell me otherwise: Apple pie was brought to the English colonies by the British, Dutch, and Swedes during the 17th and 18th centuries.
It’s no surprise. The Dutch know how to do apple pie. Especially the folks at Winkel’s. They serve huge slices (either go very hungry or with a friend) with a big dollop of cream, if you feel so inclined. Team it with a hot coffee and Bob’s your uncle. You’re set for the day.
Winkel’s is a cafe / bar on Noordermarkt. It seems to always be open (I never once passed by when it wasn’t) and gets especially packed on market day (Saturday), when the farmer’s produce market sets up shop in the square opposite. There’s seating inside and out (for when the weather is good) but sadly, they don’t take reservations.
Alongside lunch and dinner, there’s a great snack menu (although on Saturday this is greatly reduced to a few sandwich options and apple pie (because, honestly, that’s what everyone comes here for)). Try the bitterballen (rather like a breaded, deep fried shepherd’s pie ball – far tastier than it sounds) and the cheese (because the Dutch know how to do that too).
Winkel is a beautiful little place, that has a lovely view of the square and the canal; just perfect for whiling away a sunny afternoon outside, or cosying up inside with some no-nonsense comfort food and good coffee (they also do a selection of tea and are fully licensed if you fancy something stronger).