Even just going to Europe you have to check in to the airport early these days, so once we dropped our luggage we had more than an hour to kill waiting for our plane. ”Where’s the bar?” we both asked at once. With an ale and several lagers on tap, I ordered a burger and pint special opting for Amstel to prepare myself for the trip. An ugly open plan is counteracted by the vast seating area and surprisingly chipper bar staff (the barmaid we had chatted on for what seemed like hours about the camping trip to Zaandam she just returned from).
