Winkel 43

The appeltaart against which every Dutch apple pie is measured, served warm.

There are other appeltaarten in Amsterdam. There is even, whisper it, Papeneiland across the canal. But Winkel 43 is the one with trays going out all day and a corner terrace on Noordermarkt where every single table has the same plate on it. The pie is a tall, dense wall of apple, cinnamon and buttery crust, served warm, and the only real question is slagroom or not. The answer is slagroom. On Saturdays the organic farmers market swallows the square and the queue becomes part of the market itself; on Mondays it is fabric stalls and the same queue. Service is quick and unsentimental, because they cut hundreds of slices a day and you are not special. Come at nine with a newspaper, or at four when the market crowd thins. Six euros, warm pie, the Jordaan doing its thing around you.

Appeltaart met slagroom, warm, with a koffie verkeerd

Photo: Winkel 43