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I opted for the veal ribs, served with a cabbage salad (almost like coleslaw), and fried potato wedges. Déjà vu! I considered getting something else because it was so similar to the rib dinner the other night in Den Burg, but also wanted to get it because those wicked ribs made me crave more! The wedges were great with this spicy BBQ sauce, ketchup, or whatever it was - it was a bit chunky, and resembled a coulis. The ribs were a bit tough but had a great, smoky, grilled flavour. They were basted in some unknown sauce. Another good guidebook restaurant recommendation. The lady next to me was so impressed with the look of my lunch that she asked me what it was, and ended up ordering it, too. Chowing down on these veal ribs, I thought of a Tri story - one time, a bunch of us went out for dinner and he lectured us about how he feels bad for eating veal, because they are raised in a very cruel manner. Apparently, they are kept in cages where they can barely move, in order to maintain their tenderness. So what happened when the waiter asked Tri what he wanted? "I'll have the veal." What the heck!