Keeping my finger on Amsterdam's throbbing jugular is a fulltime occupation. My wife doesn't care that much for pubs. My kids even less (except when cheese or crisps are available). So you're about the only one I can tell about my new pub discoveries.
Today it isn't a new pub I'm going to talk about, but a pub reborn. A pub rising, thing-like out of that charred black substance you get when things, er, burn. God I'm eloquent today. But that's enough about me, let's get on with today's pub.
Last year I spent the best part of a day trekking almost to France to drink Rodenbach Foederbier in Roeselare. Seven hours of travel for 45 minutes of drinking. If I had waited a little, I wouldn't have needed to go to all that trouble. Foederbier is now available in Amsterdam. Along with Boon Oude Lambiek and unfiltered Palm.
Usually when a largish, ambitious brewery takes over a pub, you fear the worst. So imagine my surprise when Palm not only didn't bugger up Engelbewaarder, they actually made a serious imporovement to its beer selection. Well done Palm. There's something I never expected to say. But it's only fair. Providing these interesting beers and going to the trouble of installing a separate low-pressure nitrogen dispense system for them is to be applauded and admired.
- Engelbewaarder used to be a beer café, so I remember reading. Well, it isn't any more. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying it isn't worth visiting. Just don't expect a beer pub, OK?
I was truly gob-smacked when I realised why I had never noticed this pub before: I had never walked down this bit of the canal before. It sounds crap doesn't it? "Not walked along this bit of city centre street, ha ha ha. How dare you report on Amsterdam, sir." It's a lot harder than you might imagine, tramping every single yard of pavement in this city. You try it. . . . more . . .