Sunday, 5 March 2017

http://www.activehealthcenter.nl/ - Lilith Turk


My Body

My body was a burden
Until
I met Lilith Turk
It
was a vessel that carried my rage
I
fed it with the hatred my food became
I
drank until it wept then drugged it to numbness
I
ate to not speak of the pain and loneliness
I
gave it to others to mishandle and disrespect
T
reatment this body had learnt to expect

Then
I walked into a class Lilith, led by you.
Something changed at that moment
There came something new
My body was always the bringer of strife
My
body until that moment was the bane of my life
The
lump of flesh with which I was cursed
That
reflected the misery of my mind, of my birth

When
I do therapeutic stretching with Lilith Turk
My
body is still a bringer of pain
The
pain of information long held restrained
Muscles
are messages of areas ignored
Tell
of whole territories yet to be explored
My
body has become a field of possibilities
Journey's
beckon, oceans are made from seas

Only
concentration and application are necessary
To
accomplish the voyages stretching before me
My
body has still its limitations
They are now challenges to be negotiated.

When I get down, consumed by depression and self hate
Which manifests in isolation. I cannot participate.
Still I struggle to find the compassion for myself.
Know I need to stop the thoughts churning, take the time to return
To connect with my body, to communicate and re learn.

Financial competence is my second largest learning curve
You wiped that away to let me work on my first
Lilith you are an avatar of Body Self Connection
Your stretching classes are a living message
To the body/self, to embrace, to love, to spurn rejection.

I cannot truly describe or repay the gifts you have given
My simple, maybe feeble response is these words I have written
My a deep and heartfelt wish is to express  my gratitude - Thank You.

Eetcafé Knabbel en Babbel Europaplein 59, Amsterdam

Unfortunate experience

Great service, Jordy (the owner?) barman is fabulous; charming, friendly, efficient, service oriented.

The prices are reasonable for where it is situated. Lots of customers come from the exhibition centre (Rai) across the road. But there are also loads of locals and regulars enjoying the warmth of Jordy's welcome in the cosy international atmosphere. 

The food looked good. We were drinking wine a light tempranillo and a delicious Malbec which I still find pricey at 4.25 a glass ('luxe' wine according to the menu!) 

Eventually we ordered (hot) chips which were good, especially as we got them with (free) aioli as well as mayo, which we didn't touch. 

A bit later (on our 3rd glass of wine, bought for us by Jordy!) we ordered cheese sticks. They came with a sauce that tasted like cheap ketchup with extra sugar and a smidgen of spice (I thought it was nasty but apparently it's very popular with the locals).

Alas both me and my friend had the runs all night and into the morning, which made our last day working at the Rai hell!

We had a great evening and Jordy is fabulous but not sure if I'll be returning.

Tapas Cafe Duende, Lindengracht 62, Amsterdam


Ultimately disappointing. 

We had to seat ourselves. The tables are quite awkwardly placed to get a double row of places, some tables are a bit claustrophobic. 

The waitress who came to serve us didn't speak Dutch, then pointedly ignored our table for the rest of the evening. 

The service is slow, poor yet better than average in Amsterdam, which is saying little as the average is appalling.

The waiter when he came, gave us a lecture about waste, we were told not to order all our food at once. We had to place our original order in two lots instead of one – which I guess was nice in terms of them being hot. But he never came back again. By the time I flagged someone else to come and serve us the kitchen was closed and apparently the peppers, had run out anyway. 

The guy came back and offered tortilla 'as compensation'. I would never order tortilla. Stupidly I accepted. The hot sauce with it, was nice but it was the worst tortilla I have ever had (except the one my mate Sue made with cold Dutch chips (frites), made with mashed potatoes, tasteless, practically eggless so it fell apart with every forking!  So much for compensation (and his good review) we were charged full price for it!!!

There was flamenco singing and dancing at the back of the restaurant in a private room but, no way to watch and eat, being hungry we chose to eat and judging by the cheers missed a great show.

In general, it is expensive, not particularly authentic  (Croquettes are more of a Dutch staple than Spanish surely) the service is snail pace, except at the end when they want their money, though friendly. They clearly have a good client base and support that, it seemed to me, to the detriment of trying to build or extend it with their care of new customers.

The lamb chops were good, minuscule but tasty, though two of the three were over cooked to my taste. The veg was piping hot, over oiled and undercooked which worked well with the mange tout, asparagus, paprika and courgette but was a dismal failure with the aubergine. 

No one can make a mess of whitebait, it was a decent sized portion bearing in mind that their tapas are overpriced. I am not keen on sardines, the sauce was nice though there were some scales on both fish. The codfish croquttes tasted excellent but they are still 90% spud and fairly uninteresting eating. I didn't even bother with the second lot they brought instead of either the fried cheese or prawn croquettes we actually ordered. My mates couldn't work out what they were made of... Vegetarian? Cheese? Spinach?

The menu said they had 2013 Syrah but they served a bottle of 2011, with no excuse or apology and didn't mention that the bottom of the bottle was sediment laden. On the bill they tried to charge us for an extra two glasses of wine in addition to the bottle.

They served my mineral water with ice (very irritating American habit) without asking or coming back so I could get rid of it.

It is not a bad restaurant and will remain very popular with the locals and regulars. However for me, my maxim 'don't go out to eat in Amsterdam if you're hungry' still holds true. Here yet again the price to quality to service ratio, while better than your average Amsterdam central location eatery still leaves much to be desired.

Monday, 30 January 2017

Sons of Kemet


The music is composed by an old soul in the young body of a younger than they look, mixed heritage, 32yr old. When I say mixed heritage, I don't mean in terms of the colour of skin but in the fact that they was raised in the UK and the Caribbean. A truly international entity who seems to have travelled and created music on every continent, in a wide swathe of countries in their exploration of an undoubtedly exceptional talent as both a musician and a person.

The music of the sons of Kemet is deeply based in African rhythms and all their derivatives, Latin, Caribbean and much touted use of the Arabic music scale but you can read or hear about the structure and forms of the music from people far better qualified than I am in their other reviews.

I had been wanting to dance madly since the middle of December, it was my sadly thwarted wish for New Year. I had attempted on at least five occasions from the 26th onwards to find some music that took me to the space – where my body and feet take over and I just don't care – The one place I never expected that to happen was the Bimhuis!

The space is small and pretty inappropriate for dancing and I having moved to sit near some friends and 'watch' – like you're supposed to – was in completely the wrong place for it. But once they started playing I could not remain seated. The music carried me away, it is soulful, energetic, intricate, complex, deeply melodic in a strange kind of sense. There is a feeling of watching the creation take place. It is composed yet, you can feel and see the band members 'playing' and communicating with each other as the rhythms fly you away. Each member of the band brings a shining facet to the interlaced layering, that is so individual to the way the music is played/created).

I checked them out before I went – obviously. The videos of 'In the Castel Of My Skin' recorded in Gauteng, South Africa, (this clip is impressive, none of the band appear in it, it is as if the music has been handed over to the expression of the song) 'Play Mass' (disappointed in the unnecessary objectification on this vid cos the rest of it is stunning), and their live recording at the Vortex Club in London of 'Beware' and Inner Babylon are now regular playing/viewing in my home!

In the latter my one criticism is I think fairly clear, which is Shababka's tendency to speak indistinctly – which may not be a problem to your average London audience but I would be very surprised if more than a few of the audience in the Bimhuis understood his invitation to dance to their music!

Though not all the pieces were introduced, they all clearly have names. This music is like listening to and encapsulates time, a space, feeling, a happening.

I was lucky enough to be able to engage three of them in conversation,which was lots of fun and quite exhilarating. When speaking as with watching the band, each member brings a facet, an interlaced layer, that is so individual to the way the music is played and created

Tom is currently the oldest in the band and the best kind of autodidact. He's been playing drums since he was 9 and jazz since the age of 14. I asked him if he had been to music school or hand any kind of jazz training his answered that his music is part of him, indivisible from the whole. He just lives and embodies everything that training aims to give. Theon and Shabaka both went to Guildhall.

The commucation on stage and off between them is a privilege to behold. The music is so much the best of what the 21st century can offer. Dancing jazz, rhythmic, varied, soulful. They have to be HUGE and soon I cannot imagine anything else.
In the last two years they have played often in Europe (worrying a bit about Brexit). They work in different combinations of extraordinary music creation. I heard many people talking about having seen the various band members in different line ups all over the NL Jazz and festival scene. My companion had seen Tom playing with Seb Rochford (who was absent for the Bimhuis gig) in Polar Bear for instance.

On top of being superlative musicians, these are also some of the most friendly, pleasant, warm, engaging and engaged young men I have met in a very long time. Unspoiled, completely bereft of the arrogance of many jazz musicians and very talented, moderately successful young people. They are walking compliments to their parents, teachers and environment

On this cold, bitter winter evening to be cocooned in the rhythms, feeling and warmth of Africa within the knowledge, luxurious comfort and safety of a European context was magical.

I cannot recommend this band highly enough for listening, dancing, watching and talking to

If you love to dance – this is the band for you, If you are a proponent of an admirer, a lover of new experimental, shape forming, mind travelling jazz this is it. If you love drums and rhythm – don't look any further!

This is music of the best our mixed, matched, integrated and mash up society, deeply rooted in the learning, pain and lessons of the 20th century reformed for the 21st.


Sons of Kemet – Rock! - If you get what I mean, it is great jazz!!

Tuesday, 24 January 2017

Berlin Burgers International

My photography skills and camera are severely challenged!

http://www.berlinburgerinternational.com/

This place is so tiny I walked past it twice!



For some reason after checking the website I was imagining a large, windowed, airy space with WiFi and a well thought out Scandinavian style interior.




Let's be clear, it is not cheap, so if that's your primary requirement, this is not your place. It is in a street that is inundated with a wide variety of international cuisines most of which you can get a plateful of food (and a half if not two!) for the cost of one of the burgers.

However, if you want BIG(190gr-1/2lb) drop dead, gobsmacking, (vegetarian options,) heavily laden, kick ass burgers, with drool worthy extras and toppings, this is the place to be!



Quite literally the best effing burgers I have tasted in YEARS, I kid you not!

This tiny little place gets smoky with the grilling of burgers, halloumi, and toppings, the sweet potato chips are delectable. There is a sumptuous choice of cheeses and sauces. Everything prepared fresh while you wait.
Did I say the boys are super friendly, patient and really good at making burgers! 



At least one of them is an Ozzie - love 'm usually, this one very much so! He was jokey, smart, engaging. It felt like he went out of his way, without being obvious and made me feel really safe and welcome in a pretty white, pretty male city. 

When I went in the place was empty and I could dither over the menu, they were cool about it. Suddenly the place was chocka with three groups of young men arriving within seconds of each other. Most clearly return customers who knew what they wanted and couldn't wait to order

I drank one beer while I waited. The choice was limited, luckily I had had one of the expensive beers a couple of days before. In a city filled with stunning beer, theirs was over priced, fake posh, independent or cheap and nasty unfortunately.

BUT I am particular about my beer, and the three groups of young men were much more enthusiastic over the beer than me - so as far as that goes I won't say buy your beer elsewhere (but I would next time!)

http://www.berlinburgerinternational.com/

Tuesday, 10 January 2017

Enoki, Julia's Pasta, La Place - Utrecht Central Station mini foodhall

It is December, it's cold, it's around 20.00, I'm hungry.

I am on my way home but can't wait another 40 minutes with nothing to eat since midday except a few glasses of bad, sweet bubbly wine with only 5% alcohol.

A quick something small should stop me biting anyone's head of or getting into a fight.

Julia's pasta - no spaghetti, tagliatelle or linguine! That's not possible surely. The Dutch don't eat their pasta al dente and the last thing I need is a dish of soggy white carbs.

There's a queue, it's made to order but the prices are so cheap I don't trust it.

Next La Place - cold sandwiches, cold pizza, cold smoothies on offer - all have clearly sat there for some time. No way I am putting cold food from a chiller unit inside me in temperatures not much above freezing.

Enoki, last option.

It says Fresh Asian Cuisine

In the time since I walked in, thought "Nah", then checked the other two, they are getting ready to close so it's now or nothing.


The sushi has no time signatures on it - a very bad sign - so that is a massive "No effin way!" Clearly it has been kept for far longer than it should be. Which is what happens often when non Japanese make it. They charge the same prices without the meticulous, time connected 'wastage' that ensures the safety of the consumer and the deliciousness of the sushi and sashimi. I also notice that the temperature is way to low, meaning that the rice will be hard and tasteless.

I choose gyoza's they only have prawn ones left.


The filling, shown in the picture is exactly what I wanted to avoid in Julia's, a soggy mass of some pappy, filthy, carby mass, with not even a tiny structural likeness of anything like a prawn anywhere to be seen or tasted. You can see the texture on the chopsticks. The gyoza's are truly horrible, inedible, even, actually, especially with the super, sweet, also carby (cornfloury), tasteless, dipping sauce.

I also ordered a Thai green curry soup





As portion is less that a half cup, it was also tepid, the green leaves in it were tasteless, definitely not (Thai) basil or kafir lime.

I didn't expect the soup to be very spicy (it wasn't at all) but there are none of the flavours you would expect - lemongrass, galangal, garlic, coriander, lime. There were 5 prawns and a large amount of enoki - small thin clumps of fungi - which I love but, they are totally misplaced in a Thai green curry soup and so limp and separated I thought at first they were noodles.

The fact that it is still operating and that pretty much everything was sold out is another sad testament to either disdain so clearly felt here for good food or people being too lazy to complain.

And by the way, those two things in the picture cost just under 10 euros!

Friday, 18 November 2016

DB German train service

First class travel

Seriously unimpressed. 

No bloody WiFi for starters!

Who tf serves a bare three quarter cup of tea with the spoon IN the cup and coffee (evaporated) milk in first class - filthy bastards! 

Added to which the pleasant, excellent English speaking woman who came to the carriage told me she had green tea then came back with some nasty muck with fucking artificial mango (kill me now!) and citrus flavour and (unlike first class in the UK) they made me pay for the insults to my taste buds. Insult to injury the croissant was made with some nasty, probably hydrogenated fat. 

Plus, when I complained the answer was a very polite, tuff shit n fuck u!

First class? My fat, black arse! 

These guys need to seriously get back to the drawing board for first class service!

Having said that. I have to admit, I love the egalitarianism of German trains. 

There is (unlike the NL) always a buffet car.  (Like the UK) it is always situated between first and second class.  (Unlike the UK) it has tables, chairs and stools, is reasonably priced and a great place to hang out, drink beer and eat reasonable, when not good food.

But back to my smooth, quiet, if 40 minutes late train journey to Berlin. Seven hours with no WiFi was pretty shit, especially as there is free wifi all across the Dutch (& paid in UK) train services. Admittedly train travel in the UK is stupid expensive and the Dutch just really aren't that pleasant to travel with.

When I was younger, I nearly always had great conversations with people I met on (German, Italian, French, UK) trains. Now, (mostly in NL) whenever possible, I travel first class; read and write  in splendid (if sometimes lonely) isolation and think back to my past, financially poorer but richer in experience.