We went with friends, had our meatball lunch and a good time. Initially I would have therefore have given a better review than I do now, about a week after the event.
I shall tell you why.
1. Our waitress was cheerful and wasted no time to help us get seated, offered us menus and set us up with beer and wines. The food came as speedily as could be expected, served with a smile but then the girl became occupied in another area. When we wished to replenish the drinks there was only one huge man of a waiter, who reluctantly came over and displayed a rude attitude that clearly implied that he was not suited for the job. He made a remark, as a flippant comment on one of the ladies' (polite) request for another drink, that was completely out of order, but not in a mood to get into conflict we let this go.
This chap alone is enough reason not to return in future.
2. Alright! There are Swedish meatballs, there are Italian ones, Danish ones and a whole range of European (that includes the U.K. by the way! even if they try to ignore this act of God) balls, all with similar compositions, basically all seen by their own populations as the best. And rightfully so, as I know from long personal experience.
The "Dutch" balls presented to us were okay, but not as they should be: they were hard and overloaded with that spice of which the Dutch use the most in the world: mace, the ground dried soft skin of the nutmeg. This points to a standard, factory mass produced spice mixture, which is designed to take away delicate flavours, cover up second rate ingredients ( although I certainly do not suggest this to be the case here). Also it points to a heavy handed cook and makes me wonder what is so special about this product, which the menu boasts about. If this is supposed to be good, God save the Dutch!
Sorry guys. It's below standard and I think you are not doing your customers the favour you make it out to be.
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