I always found Prael's old gaffe quite charming. Unfortunately, there was no chance of it ever becoming a proper pub. It would be hard to find a less accessible spot in Amsterdam. Helikopterstraat was a great address. But the new location has the huge advantage of being within 5 miles of a tram stop. A similar music theme going on here. A piano, ancient radios, a double Bass. Even a Marshall amp. No carpets on the tables. But a carpeted chair. I think that's a joke. It made me laugh, anyway.
Unsurprisingly, there's a full set of De Prael beers. Including two served by gravity. I managed to miss those, despite having snapped the barrels on my way in. I wonder about myself, sometimes. It took John Clarke to point out they were serving beer from them.
Our waiter is a nice chap. And he's very attentive. He warns me when I order a Willy "That's 11%, you know." I do know. That's why I asked for it. But it was polite of him to warn me.
A little snack comes with every drink. That perks up the kids. "Can we have another round, dad?" That's a new one. They usually start whinging about going home three sips into my first beer. This is very civilised.
"How many stars do you think I'll give this place, kids?"Andrew: "Five."
Alexei: "Ten."
"The scale only goes up to 5."
Alexei: "Eleven, then."
Andrew: "Can I read you notes, dad."
"You're welcome to try. I wouldn't be able to read it if I hadn't just written it."
My handwriting used to be terrible. It's got much worse. I blame computers.
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