Sababa Amsterdam De Pijp — Restaurant in Amsterdam

Disappointing Welcome Despite Great Food: I’ve always enjoyed the food from Sababa and have ordered online many times, so I thought I’d stop by in person to support the place. Unfortunately, my visit left a sour taste—not because of the food, which was as good as ever, but because of the reception I received.

I walked in at 9:10pm, well before their 9:30pm closing time. The restaurant was empty and clearly in the process of winding down, which I understand—but the way I was greeted felt unnecessarily cold. When I asked for a shawarma, the cook let out a loud sigh and rolled her eyes. She then came over and asked, rather curtly, “Do you eat meat?” I replied yes, and was met with another exasperated sigh. At that point, I even offered to leave to make it easier for them to close up, but it was disappointing to be made to feel like an inconvenience rather than a paying customer.

I really wanted to like this place even more after so many good delivery experiences, but after that encounter, I’m not sure I’ll return or continue ordering. Good food is important—but so is...

Received a moulded salad on top of the pitas being so crudely put together there was little of the original ingredients to be tasted. -—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-

We just ordered via uber eats and received cold food as nothing was packed to stay warm.

The pita’s were filled with dry falafel and strange flavour combinations (cocktail onions, curry sauce and halloumi?) that removed any subtlety from an otherwise colourful, bright and delicious cuisine.

On top of all of this we received a chopped salad that was so obviously expired it was mouldy and stank.

The only saviour was the cauliflower, which although nothing special, was nicely charred and well seasoned.

Overal, shockingly bad and not to...

Food quality is amazing. Fresh and very tasty, especially the falafel. Customer service on the other hand was very mediocre. Blonde lady hardly greeted us and couldn't even smile and used her hands to touch absolutely everything - the till, the food, the utensils, etc. No thank you or manners used. Even when asked if the sweet potatoe fries would come with salt on, she said yes, but they didn't. She even burnt the first batch of sweet potato fries, and I watched her put them in the bin. Shop wasn't busy, and I was the only one being...