Kumpir Eethuis — Restaurant in Antwerp

Behold the legend of Eethuis Kumpir. They had to chain me to the chair just to keep me from floating to the kitchen like some crazed potato-possessed spirit. The aroma was so overwhelmingly divine that I almost transcended reality. my mouth became a river of uncontrollable drool. They had to wheel in buckets just to collect it all.

From the moment that first spoonful hit my taste buds, my entire body shook with joy. I demanded every single item on the menu as my life depended on it. I devoured each bite so ravenously that I gnawed off my own fingers, desperate to savor every last scrap of that blessed potato flavor. When the food was gone, I consumed the plate, the cutlery, the table itself, anything that had even the faintest touch of Kumpir’s magic.

I even sold my home and moved across the street, just to be as close as possible to this holy potato shrine, to bask in its glory every single day. Kumpir’s arrival in Hoogstraat has changed the entire economy. Rental prices have skyrocketed by €15,000. My wallet begs for mercy, but I’m undeterred. I now work five jobs, each more grueling than the last, just to afford the privilege of living near Kumpir and savoring its offerings.

In my next life, I can only dream of returning as a Turkish potato, destined to be lovingly transformed by the hands of Kumpir’s kitchen magicians into a piping hot...

The worst-tasting kumpir I’ve ever had! I could only manage one bite, and that was it. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of paying for it. Both the cashier and the owner were extremely rude and showed no concern for customer satisfaction. They didn’t even ask about the issue and seemed only interested in taking my money. Yes, I paid, but I’m deeply disappointed with both the quality of the food and their behavior.

Update: Wow, what a story! I didn’t eat anything, yet you claim I ate everything?!!Impressive imagination. The fact is, I paid for food I couldn’t even stomach. And yes, I spoke to the owner outside, but that conversation doesn’t change the terrible experience or your poor attitude toward customers. Maybe focus less on making up stories and more on improving your food...

The worst kumpir I’ve ever had. The döner kumpir was completely ruined by stale, leftover-tasting meat that left an unpleasant aftertaste. To make matters worse, the mushroom kumpir was equally disappointing—how can anyone mess that up? Truly a letdown. To top it off, the experience was soured by the owner, who was incredibly rude and impolite. On the bright side, one of the staff members was decent and understanding, which was the only positive aspect of the visit.

Update: The owner claimed that I ate all the food and was just trying to get a free meal. However, I only took one forkful before deciding I couldn’t eat the rest. I’ve attached a photo showing how much I left with the payment receipt. Judge...