Daca acum vreun an ma enervam ca Edgar’s Pub din zona Pta Rosetti nu mai e Edgar’s, ci doar cel de pe Edgar Quinet a ramas in picioare, se pare ca nici fostul Amsterdam nu mai e ce a fost odata demult. Forget Amsterdam.
„We went to Amsterdam Cafe to only be appalled with the new owners (a Turk, it seems, not that it matters), managers, staff and customers. The music was old, loud, and cheap. The light was too bright or too dark. The staff was dressed like neighbourhood wannabes and spent its time at tables, presumably with friends. That explains why we had nothing in common with the clientèle and why the waiters were especially nice. The horror of the menus in small print of funny misspells (e.g. coq au vine) could only make me think of silliest neighbourhood joints imaginable inBucharest. The walls were covered in visible cables, random promotional items, MTV projections and flat screens. The toilet walls and doors had holes where people had pulled off one object or other.”