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I see they've abandoned their old “I am who Amsterdam” campaign.
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This was a pretty fun brewery. Would have been more fun to photograph if the windmill had been moving, though.
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I actually got to take some blue pictures for a few minutes.
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The Drie Fonteinen oud Beersel was tangy and ciderlike. I had warning, so it was actually really good.
No, I didn't order the Flying Dog.
Two very friendly brits who assured me I had stumbled into the realest shit ever.
In De Wildeman. If you're ever in Amsterdam this is where you go to drink beer.
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