Excited, I end up with a number of colleagues in a café where their own beer is brewed. ‘Gerrit de Struikrover’, ‘PIPA Paleiskwartier’ and ‘Boze Griet’ are eagerly sold: strong beers, but that doesn’t bother us. We are asked to pay at closing time. Waiting for the ATM, I reach into the glass candy jar on the counter. “Hmmm, you have dry candies. Or is that because of the beer?”, I just get over my lips. “Ma’am, we normally give those to dogs. The mints are next to it and are for the people.”
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of November 11, 2022