Ons Verhaal
Mingkee came to Den Haag from Surabaya in 1991, carrying her grandmother's spice notebook and a stubborn belief that sambal should make you close your eyes. She opened a small toko on Bezemstraat 7 and never left.
Years later her daughter joined, adding the tea ritual — Muítea — a quiet ceremony between courses that slows the meal down to something worth remembering.
The kitchen still runs on those handwritten recipes. The coal-dark rendang simmers for six hours. The rice is always jasmine. Nothing on the menu was invented for Dutch taste. Everything was.