Arendsnest Proeflokaal


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Arendsnest ProeflokaalArendsnest Proeflokaal

Type: Bar, Eatery

Herengracht 90
Amsterdam, 1015 BS

+31 20 421 2057 | map

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Photo of Dukeofearl
4.94/5  rDev +9.3%
vibe: 4.5 | quality: 5 | service: 5 | selection: 5

Visited twice in 3 days with my wife on our recent trip to the Netherlands and Belgium.

One question- if you are in the Netherlands, why would you go to a Belgian beer pub? GO TO A DUTCH PUB. GO TO THIS ONE.

I loved this place almost immediately. Full of locals but welcoming to strangers. Willing to help out a foreigner who knows a thing or three about Belgian beer but knows almost nothing about Dutch beer. English friendly. Includes a bunch of taps (10-12) and about 100 bottled beers, all Dutch. And the ones I tried were very tasty without being big, over the top, or huge alcohol bombs. LaTrappe, Jopen, 't IJ were very available, as well as a bunch I've never heard of. The "Eagle's Nest" also has a house beer brewed by a local brewery. The owner has written a book about Dutch breweries/pubs and is very involved in the "Promotion of Dutch Beer" group, whatever it's called.

Being spring, the local favorite was Lente Bier style (kind of maibock style, but not quite), which I now like a lot.

But bottom line, do yourself a favor and go here to enjoy the country.

Note: Older versions of Tim Webb's guide (the ones that include the Netherlands) suggest going to Lieve next door for food. We did that- it was really good, but it was an expensive 3 1/2 hour meal, not a "quick bite". Be warned if you think you might try the same.

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Photo of Truh
4.68/5  rDev +3.5%
vibe: 5 | quality: 5 | service: 5 | selection: 4.5 | food: 3

"Those pancakes were so damn good,” Jim salivated as we crossed a bridge over the Herengracht. It was getting close to 9:00 p.m. and Jim was still talking about the breakfast we had after we had gotten situated at the hotel earlier in the day. We had spent the rest of the afternoon walking around the city proper, taking in all the sights, sounds, smells, and tastes that it had to offer. We had been up for close to 30 hours straight by that point, but we were all riding a high from experiencing a different culture than our own, and excited about beginning our sampling of the local Dutch beer.

“There it is,” I said ignoring Jim and pointed to the sign that lit the establishment, a slight, chilly fog drifting through the streets, obscuring it somewhat. Kumar ran ahead of us, aching to use the facilities, and yelled back to at least order him up some water. He stumbled up the stairs a bit, but wound himself in the bar successfully and cantilevered out of our sight.

“Who’s fucking nest,” Jim wanted to know as we too climbed the stoop and entered the bar. The place had a rectangular footprint, longer than it was wide, with some free tables on the windowed street side, a long, gorgeous wooden bar on the left, a few small tables opposite it, and finally a number of other tables in the back with one large one that looked like it could accommodate up to ten people. We found three empty stools at the end of the bar and set up camp. There were two bartenders on duty, who both wore crisp white shirts and matching bar aprons. One of them immediately pegged us for out-of-towners and asked us in English what it was we would like to drink. Jim’s Union flag do-rag, which he had been wearing all day, was a dead give-away. We hadn’t had time to peruse the ales, so we checked out the printed beer menu and were told by the bartender to read the chalkboard behind us that listed all of their current draughts. They had twelve taps going, La Trappe slamming with at least three of the handles, while Jopen also seemed to be sharing the limelight. We ordered a round of La Trappe Dubbels and waters, and set about trying to translate some of the lighter fare food options they offered. No big meals to be had here, just cheeses, cured meats, and the like. That was perfectly fine for us, as we had been eating since we had gotten off the plane in Shiphol. The beer menu itself was comprised of over 100 bottles, and proper glassware was standard for all pours.

“Holy crap,” Kumar said as he returned from the bathroom in the back. “Look at that thing.” Jim and I looked up to where Kumar’s gaze was fixed. A huge La Trappe amphora was displayed at the top of the mirrored bar back, style undetermined due to its distance from our group.

“Shit, we should get that instead of whatever we ordered,” Jim schemed, “and then we can eat our space cakes with it.” I turned to face Jim and shook my head, laughing.

“What, you think that’s a bad idea or something,” Jim asked. Just then the bartender set our beers down, small paper cozies wrapped around the stemmed bases of the goblets. Kumar stared in wonder at these devices. He picked up his glass and examined the paper closely, noting that some of the head had spilled over to dribble down the side of his glass, coming to a rest on the cozy.

“This place,” Kumar started then stopped. “Well,” he stammered, searching, still staring at the cozy, “it’s just, you know, fucking civilized, isn’t it?”

“Hell yeah,” Jim replied to Kumar’s rhetorical question, “Jesus, they have naked women dancing in their windows,” he bellowed and drained half of his Dubbel in one gulp. For the next two hours or so we continued our schooling in all things Dutch beer, the locals cozying up to the crazy ravings of Jim, and one older gentleman with impeccable English engaging Kumar in a spirited discussion of the US’s mid-term elections and what affect they might have on the next presidential election. One guy, a construction worker, insisted that we all try the local ale Mary, brewed by Brouwerij De Praerl, one of only two working breweries remaining in the city. He even bought us all a round, endearing him immediately to our ragged bunch. One of the bartenders, known for his wide-ranging knowledge of Scotch whisky, also set us up with drams of the only whisky made in the Netherlands.

The night became suffused with that oddly peculiar quality of timeless vacuousness, where things both slow down and oddly speed up. That was due in large part to the fact that our pours never seemed to get completely drained before another new Dutch beer was placed in front of us. However, our lack of sleep probably aided in this somewhat hallucinatory experience as well. We had another place we had to get to, somehow. I hoisted myself up, scrabbling at the money I laid out on the bar top, and somehow managed to pay our bill, which was miniscule as many of the beers we had drained had been comped by either the bar or our new, local friends. Off to Gollem.

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Photo of JohnfromDublin
4.16/5  rDev -8%
vibe: 4 | quality: 4.5 | service: 4 | selection: 4

Visited on Friday 14th Oct 2005. It is a lovely long room with the bar running down the left hand side, with the exception of the area just inside the door where a large circular table is located. This was where our foursome sat.

The atmosphere was tainted slightly by the music being played. It wasn't the kind of music one could ingore and leave as a background. The other minor irritation was when people passed in, they invariably left the door open causing a cold breeze to blow on us.

Enough quibbling! Excellent selection of Dutch beers (only Dutch, so hence the 4 ranking). I had Joppen Hoppen, Mary (de Prael), and Texels Bok all on tap. I confess I wouldn't really know enough about Dutch beers to order many bottles.

This is a very nice beer bar, and a must visit when in Amsterdam.

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Photo of Andreji
4.94/5  rDev +9.3%
vibe: 4.5 | quality: 5 | service: 5 | selection: 5

On my visit to one of my friends here in amsterdam I had the chance to borrow their bike for going around the city while they're still at uni. on a tuesday- hopeless to visit 't IJ- I decided the next best thing would be 't Arendsnest.

I came accross the place twice on my bicycle but they were still not open- they're not much of an early lunch place, but I kept my cool and came back around 5pm. The sun was still shining intenseley- the spectacular advantage of an uncommon summer here- which enhanced the outer accomodation, literally on the sidewalk opposite the actual bar, au bord of one of amsterdam's beautiful canals. the scenery is fantastic, and the sunburn is avoided by the subtle cover of the flourished trees this time of year.

But I couldn't find a place outside- perhaps a more bike-skilled crowd gathered there before I maladroitly locked mine onto a post. So I sat inside. The place has a very old and traditional aspect. much like all of Amsterdam's buildings, the width merely fits the bar and a row of tables, but goes in further deep although shouldn't accomodate more than 30 people at once. The walls boast the place's several diplomas condecorating their dedication to dutch beer, and atop the tables the pack of coasters and the ashtray come from La Trappe.

In the background, the conversation of a group of 50 or 60 year old men with the bartender- the first ignoring the music, the second queueing it without much interest (it was a set of old late 80's early 90's music)

The selection at the menu is very impressive. they barely carry some 8 taps but certainly is not a problem, because the menu layout- by brewery, style, abv and price for the bottles is more than anyone can take. I'd come to make myself a "tripel tasting", and began with a Java Tripel by Brouwerij de Halve Maan. Ensuite, a de Leckere Tripel (B. de Leckere) proved this would be an exceptional experience, even if i was on my own throughout. I brought myself to join in the conversation with the bartender right after, proving my dutch was a bit clumsy but understandable nonetheless. the people also gave me a good accueil and I left the place with the promise of return in one year, despite my urge to return right away.

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Photo of paterlodie
4.9/5  rDev +8.4%
vibe: 4.5 | quality: 5 | service: 5 | selection: 5 | food: 4.5

Comming from the Bockbeerfestival due to overcrowding it was a relief to be in the arendtsnest. To say is why go into this overcrowded festival if you can go to the Arendtsnest! Top 3 of the bokbierrankings from Pint 2004 on tap next to their own bock and the La Trappe and almost all the other dutch bock's and even some aged ones! On the bar there were coppies of the Bokbiertastings 2004 so you have imformation and won't be disappointed with a diacethyl or infectedbeer like I have at the bokbierfestival.
Woww and what a list of other beers they have! All dutch but that's when you find out how many good beer's are comming from this litle country!
Peter( = owner) also let beers brew specially for Arendtsnest and they are( as far as I know) all great!
My favorite place to drink beer in Amsterdam!

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Arendsnest Proeflokaal in Amsterdam, Netherlands
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