Yesterday Drew and I discovered yet another wonderful way to become alcoholics in Amsterdam… (jenever, mango margaritas and now this… thank goodness we’re moving soon). In a tiny little hidden away bar, so small there are no chairs, there are shelves filled with a wonderful substance. The producer… Wynand Fockink the substance… brandewijn.
Like the name implies, it’s brandy (sort of) but it comes in a world of wonderful flavors. It is served in a liqueur glass. You drink it like jenever; standing at the bar, you bend over and slurp off the top. Then you pick it up and shoot or sip. We sampled several flavors and came home with two (after reading the take home menu, I think we need to go back). The first is Appeltaart (apple pie) and it tastes like apple pie with cinnamon. The second is citroen (lemon) and man is it strong. It tastes a lot like home made old fashioned lemonade and there is real lemon pulp in it. Be careful though, they pack a punch.