What is a trip to the Netherlands without eating Dutch pancakes? After our day in Rotterdam, we headed to the Teahouse Rhijnauwen for our last dinner in Holland. Dutch pancakes, or pannekoek, are a tradition in my family. My brothers and I spent many childhood Sunday afternoons at my Oma’s house, waiting patiently in her sunroom for the paper-thin, roll-em-up, doused in syrup and powdered sugar confections. After we were done every bite, my Oma handed us tiny spoons to scoop up every drop of syrup left on the plate. Once the spoon did its best, we licked the plates clean!
Teahouse Rhijnauwen
Just 10 minutes outside of Utrecht in the countryside, the Teahouse Rhijnauwen seems of another world. The road to the restaurant meanders below a canopy of giant trees, and a picturesque river runs right out front. Tables and groupings of Adirondack chairs casually dot the front lawn. It was the most idyllic setting for our farewell.
The river is full of swimmers, and people canoeing and kayaking, who often dock right in front of the restaurant! Get there early, before the long lineups. We arrived at just the right time when a few tables were still available, but by the time we left there was a crowd waiting at the door.
The pancakes are the size of a dinner plate, with every topping combination imaginable. I chose savoury smoked salmon with capers and despite my intentions of licking the plate clean, I couldn’t finish it! So very delicious.
I couldn’t even make this place up if I tried. Friendly donkeys nuzzled hands, cows grazed in the field across the river, and as the sun sank a hot air balloon rose before our very eyes. We soaked in every moment with Eva and Kees, and enjoyed each others company before the drive back to Amsterdam. It’s an altogether cozy and comfortable place to spend an evening with great company and good food!
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