Heineken Brouwerij

I took a ferry and train from London to Amsterdam on the eve of my 22nd birthday with 3 close friends. The running joke became how I wouldn’t let anyone forget that it was my birthday (i.e. don’t go to sleep stay up and party it’s my birthday, peel and feed me grapes it’s my birthday, promise me you’ll donate a kidney if I need it someday it’s my birthday). SO it was more than a little fun when we were at the end of the brewery tour (at 10 am), drinking beer with a couple hundred other tourists, and they announced that anyone who was celebrating a birthday should come to the front of the hall. They didn’t have to tell me twice! Hundreds of people sang happy birthday to me (ok, and a few others) in probably a dozen different languages, and then they gave me a ceramic beer stein that said ‘happy birthday from the heinekin brewery’ or something to that effect. I treasured my beloved stein until one day when a coworker broke it. Too bad about his unfortunate accident ; ) kidding of course, I let him live.

Entrance fee is something like 10€ + you get 3 beers and a nice Heineken Glass. Definately worth visiting, entertaining and interesting! Go for it

If you like Techno and Heineken then by all means go…otherwise buy some Heineken light because it doesn’t taste like Heineken or visit the Guiness factory in Dublin, chances are you’ll have more fun

You can go thru and drink 1/2 pints for free all you pay is the entry. We went on New Years eve and you get to keep the 1/2 heinei glass.

that places really stinks!!! but it was fun, the beer was free ;)

So I was having a lovely time with my mom, while she was showing me all the places she used to frequent when she lived in Holland. And I was beginning to get a much clearer picture of what my mom was like when she was my age. And I must say that I think we would have been friends, had I known her back then.
To appease my brother (and get out of the rain) we decide to go the Heineken Brewery for a tour. It was a good tour, as far as breweries go. They show you how beer is made and bottled and shipped, etc. And in each of these different ‘rooms’ you go into to learn about the different stages of beer making you get a glass of beer. Not a paper cup, but a glass.
Well unbeknownst to me, as we were going on our way merry way with the tour, my mom was stealing the glasses. My mom, the person who doesn’t eat grapes at the grocery store because she considers it stealing.
Her argument was that they were giving us the glasse and not collecting them, so they wouldn’t care. My mom the clepto.
Well at the end of the tour, guess what they gave us as a parting gift…