You know when you’re in France and you buy yourself a fresh baguette, some stinky cheese, cured ham and a bottle of wine and you’re set? That’s the satisfying feeling you get from going to Worst, a sausage-and-wine bar near Westerpark that’s owned by the same guy who runs the best little restaurant in town (Marius, next door).
I’m living to see the day bangers all of a sudden became trendy. The last couple of years have seen artisan charcutiers popping up everywhere, partly due to the fact that people are becoming more meat-conscious, which I fully support. Whether they’re new kids or have been around for ages, Worst offers these artists a platform to present their patés, terrines, boudin blancs and salamis, besides making some themselves.
Worst serves a couple of small warm and cold dishes, each accompanied by a suitable wine from the huge wine list. There’s great cheese to boot. They have a lobster sausage on the menu as well. It’s set-up as café – siding in on bar stools at large wooden tables, you’re right up close to the chef. It’s laid-back but very classy at the same time.
Worst does specials such as Tuesday menu deals and rare classics by the glass on Fridays, but Sundays are the best. They serve American-style brunch (eggs benedict! scones! huevos rancheros! cider!) to cure your hangover, and trust me, you’ll want to hang around for wine, worst and words till sunset. Or take your sausage home, as they do take away too.