Julie Kasinski
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I don’t just love brunch. I live brunch. If brunch were a religion, I’d be its most devoted disciple. If brunch were a person, I’d propose on the spot. In the five years I lived in Amsterdam, I made it my mission to try every single brunch place worth knowing. I thought I had found them all.
Then I left. And when I came back, my friend dared, DARED, to suggest a new place. A new place? Shouldn’t we stick to the tried and true? The golden oldies? The classics we know are perfect?
I was SO. WRONG.
Belly Pepper is not just the best brunch I had in Amsterdam. It might just be the best brunch of my entire existence.
I ordered the Spinach & Cheese Börek with Poached Eggs, and let me tell you: if taste buds could cry, mine would have sobbed uncontrollably. It was everything I never knew I needed in a brunch dish. The perfect balance of crispy, cheesy, melty, eggy perfection.
And just when I thought my life had peaked, I made the audacious decision to order dessert. Pistachio Cheesecake. I don’t know what kind of sorcery went into making this, but if I had to choose between true love and another bite of that cheesecake…well, let’s just say I’d be writing my wedding vows to a slice of cake right now. It was like getting a hug from a pistachio-loving angel. A cloud of nutty, creamy, buttery euphoria.
The Turkish tea was chef’s kiss, the service was impeccable, and the place itself? Cute, cozy, and the kind of spot you wish you could teleport to on a rainy Sunday morning.
Honestly? Forget visiting my friends. Next time I’m in Amsterdam, I’m going straight to Belly Pepper. Actually, I am considering moving back to the city just for Belly Pepper. And you should too. Run, don’t walk.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 11/10, would brunch again and again and again.