You know it, those evenings when your imaginary tail wags because everything is just right. The wine, the company, the service, and the food. I had that recently in my own little city. Uutje. Utereg. My little city. Yes, because it’s buzzing on all sides in the heart of the country, you should know. Traditionally, a tapa is of course an appetite-stimulating bite in the café for with the drinks, but you know, I know: serve a whole platter of tapas and you’ll be snorting all evening. If you happen to walk along the Oudegracht soon: step inside Happ’s for the next level platter. A tip from me: the warm figs stuffed with goat cheese. Meine gute. But okay, maybe I’m really biased because cheese is an all-time favorite. The warm chorizo doused in red port then? The tuna croquettes? A nice red wine with it, family and friends around you and it’s all good for the weekend. Yes, I’ve known it for a long time. There is no prettier little place than Utereg My city. Anyway, Happ’s then. Oudegracht at the Werf 73.