Amsterdam is not known for its sobriety. I get it.
I, myself, am not known for doing certain drugs that are known to float around the air there. I'm happy to say, I did not partake in any brownies or cupcakes.
I did drink though. A lot.
I went on this trip with my aunt. She had lived in Amsterdam for a couple months in the past and told us we HAD to visit this cafe. She SWORE it had the best ribs ever.
cafe de KLOS
Let's say the ribs were good, but the drinks and waitstaff were better.
We hit it off with the staff right away, they put up with our demanding American asses quite well and played along with my sarcasm. What more could I want at a bar? Oh yeah, free drinks, but I didn't get that.
A few dozen ( kidding) rum and cokes later, the waiters/bartenders were our new BFF's and actually came to us and asked to take a picture with them. One of them had already given me his phone number and now the other one had me find myself on FB so he could tag me. Sneaky sneaky.
What does a few hours in a bar in Amsterdam get you? Apparently the bartenders shirts.
Or we're just awesome. I'm going with awesome, but we did get their shirts.
( We bought them new ones, couldn't have naked bartenders could we?)
If you ever go to this bar, you didn't see this post!
We had a great time, had more rum... and got about two dozen pictures.
At about 930 at night, it was still light out so we hit the road and hit another bar. Where I watched my first soccer game, which just happen to be the biggest game of the year.
We got a little too inebriated and never made it to the red light district that night, but hey it's a story to tell.
I got too wasted to get wasted.