While we were most definitely enjoying the ability to hop on a train and head somewhere new and exciting in less than 30 minutes, there were lots of interesting things to see and do in The Hague.
One of them, being eating.
I was actually quite surprised by the food scene in The Hague. There were many different restaurants, good prices, and quality dishes made from fresh ingredients. I expected to find maybe one or two decent spots, but every day my list of desired places grew bigger and bigger.
After having done a bit of research, gathering advice from locals, and keeping an eye open for busy spots during our evening walks, there was one place I kept coming back to: Walter Benedict.
So, one beautiful evening, Cole and I headed in for a romantic dinner for two.
We quickly grabbed a seat on the front patio, eager to enjoy life outdoors, before we spotted the magical terrace hidden in the back. Double checking with our server, we ditched the table on the busy pedestrian Denneweg, and traded it for something a little more intimate.
And started with a glass of wine and baked Camembert (for sharing).
Piping hot and bubbling through the centre, we had more than enough to slather it onto our toasted crostini.
At first, the earthy flavour was a bit strong, but I quickly began to adjust, adding more and more with each bite.
It was the perfect treat to start the evening off on the right foot.
As you may already know, French cuisine is one of my favourites.
After a week of sandwiches, fries, and burgers, we were both craving something that was not only tasty, but ever so slightly healthy.
For mains, I went with the grilled half chicken – which ended up being more like a full chicken, but slightly smaller than usual.
Lightly dusted in herbs, the meat was tender and flavourful – and the perfect size for one.
Paired with butter-head lettuce drizzled in a tangy french vinaigrette, this meal felt like it was picked fresh from the farm.
Subbing my sweet potato fries for classic frites, I was able to find the absolutely perfect meal – one that checked all of my favourite boxes, which in fact is quite a challenge!
Cole selected another french classic, steak tartare – and a massive portion at that!
Topped, with a delicate quail’s egg.
We sat there eating and laughing for what seemed like hours. Diving into our meals and constantly exclaiming how good they were.
In a bit of a YOLO mood, we both went for desserts – after the menu selection was just too tempting.
Myself, with the Moelleux au Chocolat, topped with vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, strawberries, and pistachio graham crumbs.
Decadent as ever and entirely satisfying.
And Cole ordered one of his classic favourites.
A dish that is truly irresistible to him when on the menu…
The Creme Brulee.
After dinner we relaxed on the terrace for a bit longer, enjoying the birds chirping above and the general ambience.
In fact, writing this post makes it almost utterly unbearable to be sitting inside in the rain.
And while French cuisine may seem like something that is never bad, when it’s exceptional, it’s truly exceptional. I found myself ranting and raving about my meal to anyone who would listen in the weeks following. And if you’re wondering, yes, we went back – multiple times. And you know what? Each time it was mind blowingly fantastic.
I would highly recommend a visit if you’re in the area – and in fact, it should be mandatory! There’s a mini patio out front and a large dining room inside, which makes it perfect for couples or groups.
In fact, we headed back for a birthday celebration the next week, complete with steak frites, steak tartare, mussels, oysters, and you guessed it…baked Camembert.
^ They really are though.