Saté Bar Charley... where to begin?
"When you can't make them see the light, make them feel the heat".
The Dappermarkt in December, unusually warm weather. The reason? Probably global warming, which definitely exists according to Ronald Reagan (the author of the above quote).
Perhaps my impression of the local market is that beyond the fresh fruit and veg., the food is limited to poffertjes and senseo coffee that will make your ass bleed. In fact, that is my impression. You should never judge a book by it's cover. Bullshit. I do it all the time when browsing porn, the thumbnail reveals all. My point is that I am judging the Dappermarkt by what I see on the surface. I don't plan on changing. I'm not planning on seeing the light. It's up to Saté Bar Charley to make me feel the heat.
I rocked on down Dapperstraat yesterday to find SBC near Reinwardtstraat. I'm visiting here on the recommendation of a colleague who's missus swears by their Godly saté. In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Skewer. Without much hesitation and no queue I order the Babi speciale. There's another customer sitting at Charley's table munching down his Indonesian meal. It must be appetising judging how he has completely lost interest in his pram and the baby within. The man himself, Charley, swings around. Woah, those teeth are white, I think to myself. Is this the light I mentioned earlier? Eh, not quite.
In about 5 minutes, no longer, my food is served up. Presentation in on point. It's like a bamboo tray with a bamboo leaf on top. 6 skewers, sticky rice, fresh veggies and samba sauce. The samba was the suggestion of my boy Charley.
Sweet divine. This satay is lit... LIT! LIT! LIT! In the words of my collleague, "Het is alsof een engeltje op je tong pist". Translation: It's like an angel pissing on your tongue. Oddly enough that falls in line with my pornhub search history.
I thanked Charley for his delicious meal and, since it was quiet, we exchanged pleasantries for a couple minutes. Charley brings happiness to people through their stomach. Enough happiness to get me to write a review. But his personality and warmth spreads a different type of happiness. His charisma spreads happiness to other people.
I found myself giving a friendly nod to some geezer eyeing me up outside a bar. Holding the door for an old woman who had her hands arms full of groceries. Sharing an extra smile with the checkout girl at AH (although that seems squandered as she appears to be dead inside). "Bon itchy may", "nee, bedankt. Doooei".
Compromise. Next book that I pick up, I'll judge it by it's back cover. Next interesting food stall at the market I'll sample a dish. No more shall I fear anal leakage because ever since Charley brought the heat, I have seen the light. read more