This is the first of the posts that were meant for yesterday.
Mrs Thursday and I found ourselves in Amsterdam for a week not because either of us had a lifelong desire to visit the place, but rather out of convenience. The Missus had spent the two months previous living in rural western Kenya, and all flights from Nairobi’s international airport to the east coast of the US must pass through Europe. The most common stops were London and Amsterdam.
Now, long flights are taxing, but two long flights, with only a brief respite of a layover in a busy airport is simply miserable. So the decision was made. Mrs Thursday would book her flight from Europe to America to come a week after her flight from Nairobi to Europe, and meanwhile, I would meet her wherever she was.
Amsterdam was the chosen layover/vacation point simply because it was cheaper than Germany, and because I had already been to London.
Using a (crappy) book and the internet to find things to do, I learned there’s really only one thing notable about Amsterdam: legalized drugs. Now, neither Mrs Thursday nor I are much for toking. We both sort’ve assumed that, with marijuana being legal and mostly accepted, we’d probably smoke a bit, but there’s no way we could occupy a week with smoking up and heading for the Van Gogh Museum over and over again.
So, I turned to beloved beer. The only Dutch beer I was familiar with, before the trip, was Heineken. Contrary to what both self-help writer Paul, and Mrs Thursday’s mother have to say about the subject, Heineken is equally (or at least comparably) disgusting in and out of Holland. Furthermore, for anyone actually interested in beer, the “Heineken Experience” is a waste of time and money.
So, I looked for some listed beer retailers and good bars, figuring I could find some good Belgian beers, if all the Dutch drank was Heineken. I found, in fact, 2 retailers, 3 bars, and one little brewpub. Sometime soon, I’ll produce a few notes on the two retailers (The Cracked Kettle and The Beer King), each one of the bars (The Gollem, The Wildeman, and The Arendsnest), and on Amsterdam’s marvelous little brewpub (The IJ Brewery), as well as what spoils the Mrs and I were able to bring back home to enjoy this winter.