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Nautical view of Amsterdam Central Station |
Considering that the
European Beer Bloggers Conference was held in
Amsterdam,
I didn’t actually see that much of the
Dutch capital itself. I was staying at
the
Mercure City Hotel, where the conference took place, but as the hotel was
situated in a green area, to the south west of the city, approximately six metro
stops away from central Amsterdam, it might well have been in the middle of the
countryside, such were the lack of amenities in the surrounding area.
This only really impacted in the mornings, when I went
looking for somewhere offering a spot of breakfast; or even a decent cup of
coffee, as with the hotel charging €22 for a few rolls, plus the odd croissant,
there was no way I was going to start my day there. Unfortunately, with nothing
in the vicinity in the way of shops, I was left with little choice but to pick
up a couple of croissants from the outlet in the hotel foyer, and resort to
using the coffee making machine in my room.
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Mercure City Hotel - from the waterfront |
Obviously the hotel was sited to primarily cater for
business people; especially as there were good connections to the motorway
network close by. As a venue for the actual conference proceedings though, it
was ideal, although rather more pricy than I would normally pay whilst away
from home. It is also worth noting that the hotel backed onto one of the many
canals, which are so much a feature of
Amsterdam,
and that during the week a
waterborne commuter service into the city centre was
available.
There were a couple of occasions where I could have ventured
into the city centre; the first one being on the Friday evening when the
vintage buses, hired to transport us to Haarlem for our visit to Jopen Brewery,
were dropping people off in Central Amsterdam on the way back to the hotel,
whilst the second was a farewell drink in a couple of city centre pubs late on
Saturday evening, after the end of conference dinner.
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Obligatory windmill - De Molen Beer Cafe |
I forewent both these opportunities, as there had been
outbreaks of torrential rain on the first evening, so a comfortable ride in the
dry, straight back to the hotel, was far more appealing. On the second
(Saturday) evening, there was still plenty of un-pasteurised
Pilsner Urquell
sitting downstairs in the special
Tankovar mobile bar which the brewery had brought with
them. Not only that, but it seemed rather rude to desert the people from the
brewery who were there looking after us, by clearing off into the city centre.
I escaped from the hotel on Sunday morning; the day of the
post-conference excursion to De Molen Brewery at Bodegraven. I intend writing
a separate post about our visit to this iconic brewery, but suffice to say the
trip involved a train journey and rather than travelling into central Amsterdam
and then out again, a twenty minute walk along the river to Amstel station
enabled us to make the hour or so rail journey south-west from Amsterdam to the
town of Bodegraven.
It would have been a pleasant walk, were it not for the heavy
rain which was falling, but by the time I made the return journey, during
mid-afternoon, the sun was shining and I was able to appreciate the canal and
riverside scenery as I walked back along the banks of the
Amstel; the river
which flows into the city centre, and after which the Dutch capital is named. It
was a lovely walk back to the hotel, and amongst other sights, I saw some
rather luxurious looking houseboats along the way.
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River Amstel |
That evening I arranged to meet up with a couple of fellow
bloggers at a city centre pub, so some time after 7.30pm, I walked the short
distance along to the Metro station and took the train to Amsterdam Central. It
was my first time in the centre of the Dutch capital since 1975, and after I
had got my bearings, the place seemed pretty much as I remembered it. The sun
was shining and the city was bustling; mainly with tourists, it has to be said,
but seemed just as vibrant as it was 40 years previously.
We had arranged to meet up in a pub called t’Arendsnest
(Eagles Nest) which was slightly south-west of the Central Station. I started
walking in the general direction of the pub, stopping several times to take
photos of the picturesque bridges across some of the canals. t’Arendsnest had
been recommended to me by Stanley Blenkinsop; an occasional contributor to this
blog, but Italian blogger Jacopo, who I was due to meet shortly, had been the
person who suggested meeting there.
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Canal-side beer at t'Arendsnest |
I found the pub, in its canal-side setting,
without any difficulty and having arrived slightly ahead of time decided to
drink my beer at one of the outside tables, next to the canal. That way I could
sit there and watch the world go by, both on land and on the water, whilst
keeping an eye out for my friends’ arrival.
Jacopo was the first to arrive, and once he had grabbed
himself a beer and settled down opposite me, he said that EBBC attendees, Sarah
and Brett were also planning to join us, but he wasn’t sure about his
compatriot, Arianna. Sure enough, Sarah and Brett appeared shortly after, having
arrived by car following a meandering tour back from Bodegraven. They had also
dropped Irish Beer Snob bloggers, Wayne and Janice off at the airport, en
route.
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Royal Palace - Amsterdam |
For a while we had quite a merry little gathering, but
Brett
said he could only stay for one beer before having to drive back to his home in
the south of the
Netherlands.
Shortly after his departure, it began to rain, only lightly, but sufficient to
drive the three of us remaining inside. There was a good vibrant crowd at
t’Arendsnest that evening, but we managed to find a table towards the rear of
the pub. The pub prides itself on only serving Dutch beers, and I am pleased to
report that all the beers I drank were good. Unfortunately I have mislaid the
list I made at the time, but I expect it will surface at some time.
Our conversation centred on the sometimes vexed subject of
should bloggers and writers get paid for the work they do, and why do many
companies (breweries and PR organisations), seem to expect bloggers will give
their service for free? The discussion got a little heated at times, especially
around the area of remaining impartial and losing one’s integrity when being
paid to write a piece, but the general consensus
was people like us who write about beer, should be rewarded, where appropriate,
either financially or with “goods in kind”.
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In de Wildeman |
We left
t’Arendsnest some time after 11pm. Jacopo went off in search of another bar
(Brouwerij
de Prael), whilst
Sarah and I walked back to
Central station. We were
unsuccessful in our quest for some chips though, and by the time I arrived back
at my hotel I was feeling rather hungry. I ended up eating one half of the
sandwich I’d bought for the following morning’s breakfast.
The next day I checked out of the hotel shortly after 10am, and made my way up to the Metro station. Despite
having caught a train there the previous evening, I ended up on one going in
the wrong direction. Mistake rectified, I ended up again at Central Station,
where the plan was to deposit my suitcase in one of the left luggage lockers.
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Interior - In de Wildeman |
I
wasn’t feeling over-confident about this, as the previous day
Beer Historian,
Martyn Cornell, who was on the visit to
De Molen, expressed his concern that
he might never see his luggage again. He had deposited his suitcase there, in
order to collect it on his way back to the airport following the trip to Bodegraven,
but as he explained, the automated system at
Amsterdam Central seemed
fiendishly complicated and he couldn’t see how the code on his electronic
receipt could be used to re-open the locker.
I too was totally baffled by the system, so after standing
reading the instructions and seeing other tourists looking as bemused as I was,
I gave up on the idea and decided to lug my baggage around with me. First stop
though was something to eat, and a Big Mac Meal from McDonalds, by way of a
distress purchase, seemed the best way to ward off the hunger.
By the time I left the fast food outlet it had started to
rain; not heavily but enough to be a nuisance. Plans for sight-seeing ended up
on hold (the heavy suitcase I was towing behind me didn’t help in that
respect). Instead I ended up heading for one of
Amsterdam’s
classic pubs in the form of
In de Wildeman, which I found more by luck than
judgement.
The door to the pub was wedged open, so I was able to ease
in with my suitcase without any trouble. I chose the larger of the pub’s two
rooms, which was on the left hand side. There were two couples sitting there,
and after a few minutes conversation I ascertained that one of them was from Essex.
Like me they were at In de Wildeman in search of good beer. They also
recommended a couple more pubs for me to try.
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Simon - manager of In de Wildeman |
The couple had obviously been to the pub earlier in their
visit, as during the course of our beer-related conversation I was introduced
to
Simon behind the bar, who is one of
In de Wildeman managers. I spent a pleasant
couple of hours there, chatting to my new found friends and enjoying several
different beers; namely
Witte Trappist 5.5% from
La Trappe, Zomer 5.9% from
De
Eem and
Cloudwater Clausensil Red Wine Barrel-aged Stout 7.4%, an import from
the UK, which Simon insisted I try.
I left some time around 2pm
determined at least to see Amsterdam’s
Royal Palace,
where I had been photographed standing opposite, back in 1975. I found the
palace without too much trouble, but I was rather disappointed to see two
tacky-looking hot-dog vans, parked in front. Somehow I can’t see Buckingham
Palace allowing that sort of thing
in front of the Queen’s official London
residence.,
I then skirted the edge of the
Red Light District to make my
way to
Brouwerij de Prael, which had been recommended by the couple in
de
Wildeman. It was also the bar
Jacopo had been making for when we parted company
the previous evening.
Brouwerij de Prael is a modern multi-level bar housed in a
much older building. It is tucked away down a very narrow side street which
borders on an alley. As might be guessed by the name, there is an on-site
brewery which, as I soon discovered, turns out some amazing beers. Apart from a
party of young male beer-tourists, sitting at a high table enjoying a series of
“tasting bats”, it wasn’t overly busy when I arrived. I found a vacant stool at
the bar, and parked myself down.
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Beer list - Brouwerij de Prael |
There were a number of different beers on tap,
but to start with I went for the
5.7% Bitterblond, a clean-tasting German-style
beer brewed using plenty of hops. Later on I switched to
De Prael’s IPA, which had been
recommended to me by several different people. At
6.5% ABV,
this was a true to style
India Pale Ale, with plenty of bitterness to balance
the sweet juicy malt. Without doubt it was the best beer of the entire visit to
the
Netherlands,
so it was rather ironic it was the last one I had on Dutch soil.
I was feeling rather peckish by that time, so I ordered a
rather large cheese and tomato sandwich, which arrived on dark and filling, rye
bread. There was plenty of salad to go with it, so I like to tell myself it was
the healthy option! It certainly filled me up and helped soak up some of the
beer as well. By the time I Ieft for the short walk back to Central Station,
and the train back to the airport I was more than able to resist those big cardboard
cones of chips, covered with mayonnaise; the very food item I had been unable
to find the night before!
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Best beer of the trip! |
So ended my all too brief return visit to central
Amsterdam.
I will definitely return, but next time I will take my wife with me.
Simon at
In de
Wildeman gave me the address of an inexpensive
B&B, run by a friend of his,
so we will have somewhere nice and central to stay next time.
Footnote:
A quick shout out to my fellow bloggers, writers and
broadcasters who were mentioned in the post. They all have their individual stories to tell
about the EBBC and their own particular takes on the world of beer and brewing. You can discover
a bit more about them by clicking on the links below:
Arianna Pellegrini: La
Ragazza con la Valigia www.laragazzaconlavaligia.com