expat’s dream: the dutch pub, prague

this is the land of beer. czech republic makes it’s famous claim as both home to pilsner (from plzeň) and the original budweiser (from here in budějovice, international name budweis). so don’t hate me for going to prague’s new dutch gastropub near národní třída . it’s just…. i love belgian beer way too much. czech beer is wonderful, but since the last time i was in the benelux region was about eight years ago, i am really missing my favorite belgians right now. (i’m talking about the beer)

the dutch pub is a huge complex, yet somehow manages to feel really homey with its wooden round tables, football playing on tv, and dutch knick-knacks for days.

we took a seat in the front half of the pub. the shelves to our immediate right were all different kinds of beer glasses depending on which kind you ordered. i regaled alex with tales of visiting monasteries in dinant and bruges. and humble-brags about trying westvleteren, often hailed as the “best beer in the world” (even though i thought it tasted kind of awful, sorry). he pretended to care. we had to actually ask for the beer menu, as it wasn’t offered to all patrons at first. they seem to really be pushing their fancy-looking belgian plates, which looked good, but wasn’t what we came there for.

i ended up with a kasteel cherry kriek, and alex with a delicious chimay that i was very jealous of. (why does he always pick the best food?!) i pointed out the delft hanging on the wall. windmills, van gogh painting replications, yep! this is the dutch pub, alright!

the waitress seemed somewhat lackluster and informed us several, several times that they were closing soon. yeah, yeah, i get it. just let me finish this kasteel.
for all my expat homies looking to take a mental trip to the netherlands for an evening, the dutch pub is your place. it’s just… so darn fun. plus, with urinals like these, you can’t go wrong.