That there was any distinct cuisine in the Netherlands suprised me, and when I asked a Dutch friend she told me in no uncertain terms to avoid it. I wasn’t looking forward to visiting De Molen at Ostkreuz and we decided to get it out of the way on a Saturday afternoon when we were in the area. First impressions were not so good either. We arrived at a large snack bar with a weird chip sculpture on the front and walked in to order from the entirely beige selection of food available to be warmed through in the deep fat fryer.
From an unappetising line up we decided upon cheese kroketten, meat kroketten, a portion of fries with satay, a frikandel sausage, a kipkorn chicken sausage and kasesoufflesse (battered cheese sausage). We took a beer to share (German anarchist pilsner) and sat down at one of the twee tables in a room full of Dutch paraphanalia with windmills and tulips galore.
The two plates of food arrived quickly and bless him; the tattooed-punk-server-guy had done a lovely job with the presentation of something that was so unpresentable. We tucked in and were pleasantly suprised by the lack of grease considering that everything had passed through the deep fat fryer. The flavours of everything were okay especially the cheese filled deep fried stuff and the fries were nice, crisp and chunky.
We won’t be rushing back here. Ever. But, we were quite suprised at how deftly they managed to make this uninspiring beige meal and the owner obviously really cares about his or her snack bar. Maybe it all makes more sense if you are Dutch though…
Date of visit : 12 March 2016