Jonnie Boer
Jonnie Boer (born January 9, 1965 in Giethoorn) is a Dutch Michelin star winning head chef and co-owner of the restaurant De Librije in Zwolle, Netherlands.
Together with his wife and business partner Thérèse Boer he runs the 3-starred De Librije (in 16th century monastery library building) and Librije's Winkel (cooking shop) They also own Librije's Hotel and Librije's Atelier (cook- and wine school), all located in a former women prison.
In 1989 Boer became head chef at De Librije. In 1992 he and his wife bought the restaurant.Michelin awarded the first star in 1993. Five years later Michelin awarded Jonnie Boer his second star. In 2004 Boer was awarded his third star.
Jonnie Boer uses nature as his source of inspiration to develop new dishes, but also as basis of his cooking.
Controversy
In February 2011 the local paper De Stentor reported that Jonnie Boer was in financial trouble. Fact was that the Librije Group was hit by the economic recession and had to cut costs. The firebrand sale at order from the banks of restaurant Koperen Kees was nonsense, according to Jonnie Boer. Boer claimed that the sale of Koperen Kees was one of priorities, the theater-formula not fitting with the philosophy of the rest of the Librije Group. Sander Dol became the new owner.
Podcasts:
Juniper
by: Noe VenableMama, oh mama, I don't wanna come down
Not if it's all like it was on the ground
Hiding my feet 'cause I'm too shy to dance
Hiding my face behind both of my hands
Mama, oh mama, don't make me come down
'cause I don't know what will come out of my mouth
People will hear they won't know who I am
People will hear and they won't understand
Mama, I've seen them, the others like me
Once I could see it was all I could see
The silent procession that crosses the snow
In which skeleton ladies like skeletons go
Mama, oh mama, up here where I'm free
I have seen beauty you wouldn't believe
Juniper's ledges and Juniper's birds
Where Juniper's edges and mine become blurred
Mama, oh mama, if you only heard
The reasons for living, the freedom of words
The blooming balloon of a thought being born
Safe in the branches of Juniper's arms
Mama, oh mama, I'm not like you think
Some harrowing walker down narrowing streets
If I had my way I would bring the whole world
Every sleepwalker and each hungry girl
Mama, oh mama, and old uncle Tom
My father the thinker, my daughter the song
Tell every bell to just wake up and ring
Tell this whole choir to just shut up and sing
Mama, oh mama, I'm holding your hand
In these glorious dreams in which you understand
Mama, oh mama, we're spinning around