Our Story
Anfa was born from a suitcase and a recipe book. Youssef Amrani left Casablanca in 2003, carrying the flavours of his grandmother's kitchen across the Mediterranean and through the grey skies of Den Haag until he found a home on Stationsweg.
In a city of diplomats and dreamers, he opened these doors quietly — no fanfare, just charcoal smoke and the slow perfume of preserved lemon. The neighbourhood leaned in and never left.
Tonight, the table is set. The city hums outside. Inside Anfa, time moves differently — measured in bread, in broth, in the unhurried pleasure of eating well.