We only went to The Hague to eat dinner, but almost as soon as we arrived we wished we’d booked a longer stay. Our hotel was located right on the main shopping street, a wide, pedestrianised area full of interesting architecture and wacky sculpture. This is our hotel:
This is the department store just opposite. Note the large bird head at right. The next building along had a line of them all around the first floor.
This gauzy wrapping reminded me a little of the famous Dancing House I saw in Prague.
Bikes, because Netherlands.
The aforementioned sculptures on the main street. This is one of the more normal-looking ones (it’s the one on the right).
We only had a couple of hours spare before dinner, which would have been a bit tight to try and squeeze in one of the admittedly tempting arts and culture highlights such as the Escher museum (by the way it was only on this trip that I realised that Escher was Dutch, and so his name should be pronounced closer to ‘Esker’ than ‘Esher’, as I had always done). So we just spent the early evening wandering the back streets, mentally noting other promising lunch options for future visits.
Han Ting is a Chinese-French fusion restaurant which this year received its first Michelin star.
The decor leans heavily on the Chinese aspect, although the food was actually more Frenchified than I expected.
We went for the “Tea menu”. I chose wine pairings and my wife went for tea pairings, for the sake of novelty (and sobriety).
We were given chopsticks, but ended up using western cutlery for most dishes, as a lot of them involved creams and foams and other types of slippery liquid.
Amuse-bouches, from the top: celery foam, “duck stomach”, tofu roll, cold mackerel soup.
Veal with cauliflower cream and shaved macadamia nut.
Bread. Steamed, with pieces of shallot (the dark brown spot in the middle).
Our drinks. Can you tell which is the wine and which is the tea? The sommelier introduced each tea with some spiel about how each one interacted with the hot or cold “energy” of the dish, according to Chinese dietary theory. Whatever. They were nice, if all a bit samey.
This one was definitely the highlight of the evening. The purple swirl is eel marinated in beetroot, and there’s salmon underneath the white layer, which is rice paper. The orange lumps are pumpkin. Bursting with flavour.
We were then given a small bowl of sticky rice and crème fraîche as a palate cleanser. It works in terms of refreshing your mouth after the bold flavours of the previous dish, but for me was a little too filling, compared to a sorbet.
Sea bream, razor clam. Beautiful and with a welcome spicy kick.
Sole marinated in ketchup (the red piece at the top). And another sole fillet with goji berries and celery. Slightly overpowered by the mango sauce.
On the side was a small dish of bone marrow and panko. Not a big fan of bone marrow, and the abiding impression was of a mouthful of crunchy panko and not much else.
Back on track with the main meat course: beautifully cooked beef with shiitake mushrooms and Jack Daniels.
Dessert. A bit of everything: fruit, ice cream, panna cotta, macaroon, popcorn.
All very nice and pretty reasonably priced at €65 for the full menu (without drinks).
The following morning we just had time for a walk along the sea front before heading home. Note the handy signs, a different one every twenty metres or so, for lost children to help them find their parents again.
More wacky sculpture.
And some persistent bathers. What do they think this is, summer?
Fortunately The Hague is only a little over two hours by car from Brussels, so it’ll be easy to come back again some day soon.