Since I hadn’t seen this friend since she came and visited me last year, I decided that we should go to a restaurant for a nice-ish dinner on our second and final night in the city together. She (and her two friends) agreed.
We found a rather charming sit down restaurant + bar. While perusing the menu, I decided to try some Dutch beer. Everybody ordered a drink, and after discussing with the blonde Dutch bar tender slash waitress, I chose a blonde beer.
Without much delay the Dutch returned with three beverages: a water, a coke, and a beer that was not mine. She turned to me after distributing the drinks and said, “I’ll be back with your beer. It’s on the otherside.”
A little bit confused by her Dutch English, I watched her go back behind the bar. This was a normal bar, with the liquor on one side, and seats for people to sit in while drinking the liquor on the other. As I couldn’t really imagine why they would have stored the beer on the side with the seats, I thought I misunderstood her.
The restaurant.
Being curious as to where my beer would be coming from, I followed her with my eyes as she got out from behind the bar. She followed the length of the bar, heading towards the front of the building, but instead of turning towards the rest of the restaurant, she walked right out the front door.
She walked across the street and entered the building directly en face (in front) of the restaurant, disappearing within. Three minutes later, out she came, with a beer in hand.
I thanked her, and went to grab my first sip of Dutch beer. It was delicious. The only down side was after putting my beer back on the table, I realized my hand was definitely wet from the beer that had spilled on its long journey from across the street.
My beer!
Although I felt guilty at first making her go out (unknowingly)
in the freezing cold, it was delicious enough to merit such drastic measures.
What I thought was going to be a "blonde" joke turned out to be a wonderful story of hospitality--cheers!
ReplyDeleteHow bizarre! I wonder if they have to buy all their beer from across the street, or just the blonde one you picked...
ReplyDeleteMarianne: I just thought it was really wierd that she had to exit the establishment in order to get my beer! I could tell she was a native because she didn't even put a jacket on (also I cheated and asked her)!
ReplyDeleteSara Louise: Well one of the people I was with ordered a different beer, and she had that one on tap in the bar. Clearly my beer was just extra special, haha. Our food also came from across the street so we concluded that they were associated with one another(not to worry, the food was still hot when it was put on our table!).