Luuk's Coffee Noordermarkt — Restaurant in Amsterdam

I sat at Luuk's on February 14th, I wore my red scarf, red shoulder bag and rode my red bike: I emulated love I said to myself.... a day to celebrate kindness and gratitude to have a heart that has been loved. I had learned on TikTok that in moments of emotional instability you need to make a list of all the things that ground you, and reflective of my instability I sat at a stool attempting to romanticize the February rain of Amsterdam, and I wrote a messy list of the things I think I know about myself (?).... to realize that I need to stop getting advice from TikTok...I know exactly who I am. My list detailed the things and people I love.... the smell of morning coffee and the sound of my dad's fingers typing on his computer and the fact that my mother still calls me "peanut" despite the fact I tower inches over her...and than.. against my greatest attempts ended in a three page reflection on my boyfriend (?) *ex-boyfriend wondering how the mountains of Thailand felt, and if it would be wildly inappropriate to remind him on Valentines day that in the platonic (?) way he forever altered my conception of love... but how could I explain that I also broke up with him? How was that fair? I decided not too. I went to "Galentine's day" dinner but dinner slowly turned into long detailed and therapeutic conversation of love and loss, and the laughter of a group of girls realizing they are only twenty one years old and know nothing about love. And yet, to add greater drama, I took the tram home and as I watched the city pass by I allowed myself to cry... which is a rarity..but perhaps that is how I will also romanticize my life-----as Amsterdam often feels like a movie set, and as we all speed by each other on our bike's maybe the best thing one can do is pretend I am a fictional character, an active reminder that everything is insignificant.

Every week following February 14th I have found myself...

Luuks is not so leuk. Tiny space that was crowded with tourists and expats. Space has no ambiance at all: coffee is served in take away cups, no place to sit etc

it felt like being stuck somewhere in between a soccer locker room and my high school bike shed, except now I’m paying 4.55 for a late as I shuffle uncomfortably between all the cool girls wearing their Nike socks over their gym outfits or rocking their purse puppies

And the worst part is the coffee is so so. My friends pour over was too bitter and she ended up chucking it. My latte was more like foamed milk with a quarter shot, so should have cost 1.25 rather than quadruple that

What they have going for them is the location, as their will always be people going to the market and wanting a coffee

So if you were a cool kid in school, or a cheerleader you’ll probably appreciate this place because you’re going for being seen, over being served good coffee. If you’re a self respecting adult, get your...

Came here a while back after walking past their sign that said: 'matcha'.

My partner ordered a regular latte and myself a matcha latte with some honey.

The service when we walked in was kind, yet also a little rude? Nothing that really fuzzed us, but potentially still note-worthy.

The latte was quite milky and lacked a good coffee flavour. The balance of milk and coffee was quite off.

The same actually applied to the matcha latte as well. The matcha was still grainy in the cup, there was too little matcha and too much milk. The latte actually tasted so weird that I threw it out after a few sips.

The cafe itself is located quite beautifully and looks aesthetically pleasing and simple. The cafe also has a toilet available for customers.

Happy we tried this place, but will not be...