You know when you’re in France and you buy yourself a fresh baguette, some stinky cheese, cured ham and a nice bottle of wine and you’re set for dinner? 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, right next door).
I love that 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 seemingly becoming more meat-conscious, which I fully support. Whether they’re new on the scene or have been around for ages, Worst offers these artists a platform to present their patés, terrines, boudin blancs and salamis, besides making some of it themselves.
The menu has a couple of small warm and cold dishes, each accompanied by a suitable wine from the huge wine list, and 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.
Sundays are the best – Worst serves 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!