The owners of Bar Bukowski have put burgeoning Amsterdam-East firmly on the map. They also came up with cosy café Maxwell around the corner, cocktail joint Henry’s Bar right next door and the ever-bustling De Biertuin, on the other side of Oosterpark.
Each place subtly addresses a different kind of clientele – at Maxwell, it’s locals and young parents that enjoy simple comfort food, cold beers and Monday evening pub quizzes. Henry’s caters to advertising types that have grown weary of Moscow Mules. De Biertuin is a place for students with good taste as well as rowdy groups of guys in the height of summer bromance.
Sound a little stereotypical to you? Don’t worry. The bottom line, I have felt at home at all of these places, because most of us are a little bit of all of the above. Bukowski is the classiest of the bunch – fortunately, you won’t find any real dirty old men here. They’ve got German flammkuchen and French croque monsieurs instead, and wheat-grass shots for that unavoidable note of consciousness. The brass-steel design is reminiscent of some of New York’s best dive bars.
Bukowski also organises open-mic nights for young writers – duh. You reckon Charles would become a regular?