Worst slum bars and hotels in The Netherlands

In random order.
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De Drie Dorstige Herten
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whiskey bar in Utrecht, Lange Nieuwstraat 47.

Slow drinking place, hidden in residential quiet street (*parallel with tourist trap called Oudegracht street), that relies on locals with mysterious opening hours.
They offer more than 25 single malts on the board outside the bar and that attracted me.
But it is not so easy to order some of whiskeys, though.

Bartender is a woman that reminds on a member of American Suffrage Association, the way we all remember them from movies (westerns), she reminded me on a harsh teacher that creates traumas... As if she is an antialcoholic, not a person who is selling drinks to thirsty customers. The name of the bar is by the way Three Thirsty Deers.

I said "I would like to try some old ones", and she replied: "Do they have to be very old?"
Mistake No 1 - never contradict the customer. But she was obviously not interested in selling drinks...
This was the first sign she was cocky, that she didn't like me, which could mean only one---> she is an old dyke, or in Dutch "dijk".

And then she gave me a lesson on smoky and non-smoky types of whisky.
Mistake number 2 - never teach the customer, they came in for drinks not for lessons.

I said "May I get a glass of each", and I showed to two kinds of whiskey, and she said: "No, this is a tasting bar, we serve only one drink at the time...!" She looked at me with resentment.

it was surely a practical joke.
Mistake number 3 -
- don't make practical jokes with customers
Mistake number 4 -
- don't resent them.

Ok, I ordered only one, and after I had finished it, i ordered the another.

After that the local company could turn back to their conversation - which I interrupted, carrying the bag full of cakes from "Theo Blom" Banket Bakkerij confectionery and with my questions about whiskey - and I turned to my whiskey.
The locals were probably mocking my ignorance regarding scotch...

I never went there and I was in Utrecht many times, there is a holy trinity of the nice bars in Oudegracht...

Originally posted by vandervelde
In random order.
[b]1
De Drie Dorstige Herten
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whiskey bar in Utrecht, Lange Nieuwstraat 47.

Slow drinking place, hidden in residential quiet street (*parallel with tourist trap called Oudegracht street), that relies on locals with mysterious opening hours.
They offer more than 25 single malts ...[text shortened]... there and I was in Utrecht many times, there is a holy trinity of the nice bars in Oudegracht...[/b]

Sometimes you just have to punch someone in the face. What a dijk.

By the way, here's an interesting article...

http://www.mrctv.org/blog/taxpayers-continue-spend-millions-find-out-why-lesbians-are-fat

Originally posted by vandervelde
In random order.
[b]1
De Drie Dorstige Herten
__________________________________________
whiskey bar in Utrecht, Lange Nieuwstraat 47.

Slow drinking place, hidden in residential quiet street (*parallel with tourist trap called Oudegracht street), that relies on locals with mysterious opening hours.
They offer more than 25 single malts ...[text shortened]... there and I was in Utrecht many times, there is a holy trinity of the nice bars in Oudegracht...[/b]

Originally posted by robbie carrobie
I looked at their website, is this the same place? it reads,

Wij hebben 9 Bieren van de Tap, waarvan er 8 een wisseltap

and although i don't speak any Dutch its easy to read that we have nine beers on tap and eight others on a wissel tap ( I dunno what that is). It seems that they are an outlet for craft beers and looking at their beers it s ...[text shortened]... 4.50 Euros for an Imperial Oatmeal stout, thats outrageous! Is that a litre or a pint (568ml) ?

Originally posted by Ghost of a Duke
Surprise surprise. Enter a thread about slum bars and there's Robbie with his head in a barrel.

Originally posted by Ghost of a Duke
Surprise surprise. Enter a thread about slum bars and there's Robbie with his head in a barrel.

Originally posted by robbie carrobie
My dear old bean, I am a Master Brewer! Part chemist, part artist, part engineer, part sage! What that means in laymans terms is that I am an alchemist. I turn malted barley into liquid gold! You thought it was a myth! a mere phantasm of a story, but look, behold! here I am to gaze upon in wonderment!

Originally posted by Ghost of a Duke
We don't gaze upon you in wonderment sir, only bewilderment and discombobulation.

Originally posted by Ghost of a Duke
Surprise surprise. Enter a thread about slum bars and there's Robbie with his head in a barrel.

Originally posted by FMF
Vervolgens zal hij zich te vergelijken met Christus.

edit: Oh, ik zie dat hij heeft dit al gedaan.

Originally posted by vandervelde
Je doet me denken aan Kegge, maar ik zie dat je iets goed geschreven😉
Als het hem was zou ik zeggen "Kegge, eet stront, flikker!"
Maar nu kan ik alleen maar zeggen - mooi praatje, jongens!

Originally posted by sonhouse
Why can't you speak Spanish like everyone else?🙂

Originally posted by vandervelde
Je doet me denken aan Kegge, maar ik zie dat je iets goed geschreven😉
Als het hem was zou ik zeggen "Kegge, eet stront, flikker!"
Maar nu kan ik alleen maar zeggen - mooi praatje, jongens!

Originally posted by FMF
Mensen vertellen me dat ik hen te herinneren aan Kegge de hele tijd als ik slenterend door de rosse buurt van Jakarta.