{"id":5650,"date":"2015-12-17T11:08:42","date_gmt":"2015-12-17T10:08:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.erasmusmagazine.nl\/en\/?p=43917"},"modified":"2025-12-19T11:22:19","modified_gmt":"2025-12-19T10:22:19","slug":"stalles-aan-de-nieuwe-binnenweg-pizza-en-pasta-in-een-bruin-cafe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.erasmusmagazine.nl\/en\/2015\/12\/17\/stalles-aan-de-nieuwe-binnenweg-pizza-en-pasta-in-een-bruin-cafe\/","title":{"rendered":"Stalles on Nieuwe Binnenweg: Pizza and pasta in a traditional \u2018brown caf\u00e9\u2019"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Even passing by, it\u2019s clear Stalles\u2019 owners are warmly disposed towards your average Rotterdam student. \u201cPizzas and pasta, starting at \u20ac 3.50\u201d says a large banner in front of the door. Succumbing to the temptation, your reviewer soon finds himself inside, under a collection of wonderful lamps made from Bacardi and Coke bottles.<\/p>\n

At any rate, the deco \u2013 with the typical dark wood panelling, faded posters from the 1950s and reindeer heads \u2013 bodes well. A cheerful waitress arrives with a menu that says \u2018Extra Large Menu\u2019. And it\u2019s true: the thing\u2019s huge. The boss thought it would be cool, admits the waitress.<\/p>\n

But then: there\u2019s no way you could fit 115 kinds of whiskey and 80 different specialty beers on a small menu, even though it feels weird to unfold such an expanse of paper. It\u2019s almost as if \u2013 for the grubby bastards among our readership \u2013 you\u2019re opening the centrefold of a nudie mag.<\/p>\n

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Stalles specialises in pizza. Which is strange. After all, in a brown caf\u00e9 you\u2019d expect chicken satay and bitterballen<\/em>, not pizza. It turns out to be \u201cat bit of fun\u201d on the part of the management: \u201cYou wouldn\u2019t expect it here, which is precisely why we\u2019re doing it.\u201d<\/p>\n

The pizzas themselves are no joke, however \u2013 although they\u2019re still outclassed by the ones made by our Italian friends. At the table next to us, a fellow gets his sent back to the kitchen, while his mate is laying on the Tabasco. But then, five euros\u2026 At that price, the value for money is excellent.<\/p>\n

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The playlist is rock-ish kind of music; the mirror in the gents\u2019 is covered with Tegendraads<\/em> stickers. Some customers are wearing hats. Nevertheless, the place isn\u2019t dominated by one specific type of patron \u2013 although Stalles will probably be more popular with the guys. Interestingly, they\u2019ve even got a chessboard set up and waiting. A wide range of options, in other words. \u201cWe\u2019re not hip; we\u2019re accessible.\u201d<\/p>\n

One of the bar crew \u2013 \u201cI was hired because I hung around here so often\u201d \u2013 is being joshed by his colleagues. Why? Sam Smith suddenly pops up on his playlist. Anguished roars.<\/p>\n

Anything goes in Stalles. Except Sam Smith that is.<\/p>\n

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