G and I can
walk bike the streets of Amsterdam with our heads held high now that we have indulged in the late night offerings of Mama’s. In a town where 24-hour diners and late night pizza shops are about as common as a day without rain, you can find gastronomical refuge within the dime-a-dozen Shawarma eateries. A great way to settle both the late night munchies and the countless Belgium or Dutch biers consumed during the evening. We’ve been to other shawarma snack bars, but our friends rave that Mama’s is the lekkerst (yummiest!)! The only downfall to Mama’s (and probably one reason it took us so long to finally try it) is that it’s smack in the middle of Leidseplein, the U.S. equivalent of Times Square or Bourbon Street. In other words, an area we typically avoid during our weekend outings or bike rides home from the Center.
But last night, the stars were aligned and it was finally a Mama’s night. We attended a farewell party for G’s colleague, read: bier + bier + bier + bier, etc. The evening was very gezellig, we were all having a great time and dinner time came and past. With the witching hour growing near and the party winding down, our hunger pains were kicking in. It was a unanimous decision to stop at Mama’s. We peddled down the canal with a drizzle in the air and anticipated our meaty dish.
A & A arrived just before us and kindly ordered for all. G & I walked in to warm shawarma pitas awaiting us on the counter. Followed by a bowl of frites, we soon had happy tummies and G and I were officially Mama-neophytes. No more dropped jaw reactions coupled with “you’ve never eaten at Mama’s?!?”
On the note of late night eats, I couldn’t help but think of a few others I used to frequent in my previous cites. During my college days in Shreveport, Murrell’s was open 24 hours with waitstaff that addressed you by honey-baby-sugar-dawlin with every roll of the tongue. Like every poor college student whose funds were now in a bartenders tip jar, the abundance of complimentary saltine crackers + green goddess was a jackpot. Maybe that’s why they are now closed. Despite the limited seating, The Camellia Grill in Uptown New Orleans was a staple late night or late morning after a really late night. The omlettes are amazing and the staff always entertaining. If you are ever in Nola, it’s a must stop. Like New Orleans, the NYC area food options are endless and hard to narrow down. However, late nights in Hoboken, NJ always ended with a slice of pizza from Imposto’s on Washington. For Manhattan, I could easily rattle off a dozen late night diners or cafes, but L’Express has always been a favorite with some of the best fries, great coffee, and excellent people watching. Conveniently located just north of Union Square , it was always easy to hail a cab or catch the express train home from there.
Wishing you good eats where ever you may be! Tot Ziens…