Daily Archives: August 15, 2010

The Day After…

Days of Hearts 2010.

I started my usual routine on Saturday the other way around yesterday. First coffee at Noordermarkt, where my name sake brought out my cuppa without me asking for it. Drinking it while enjoying the sun and the life music played under the trees in the square. An hour later I was driving towards Nieuwmarkt for the rest of my shopping, my olive vendor was still abroad enjoying his vacation [I know his BiL who has a stall there too], but the mushroom-girls were back from their 4 weeks absence as was Raspberry Maxx. So, after stocking up on fresh mushrooms and some raspberry products I returned to Zeedijk which starts just behind the Waag building [weighing house].

I don’t go out that much anymore, but felt right at home as soon as I drove, in my scoot-mobile, over Zeedijk. Within 10 minutes I was greeted by an acquaintance I hadn’t seen in years, but the connection was there within a jiffy. He was there with is sister and BiL, both of whom I hadn’t seen in 20 years, but both of them still looked the same as they did then. The next 5 hours we spend together in front of Café ‘t Mandje, a café with a lot of history behind it… more info after the pictures! I was offered many times a free beer, but because of the meds no alcohol was allowed. [Darn!!]

Martin, knows most of the drag queens and many other people, so when I asked how come?, he told me he performs in ‘t Mandje as Shirley Bassey. So next time I’ll be there to see his/her act of course.

At two, the opera singers started, on the stairs of the Budhist Temple and in the front court, some Captain was singing he was being followed by a serpent, while the serpent was presented as a blown-up alligator, later 3 ‘devils’ killed the snake with their harpoons.

The Captain which his serpent

The sign on the grill says: Cycles will be removed. NOT!!! Behind the grillwork 3 ‘devils’.

The bird-salesman from Mozart.

An OPE-RAam singer, the opera wenton and on till five. Around four the drag queens and kings started to walk up and down the street, showing off their creations.

Haar van Boven, has two meanings 1) Her from Upstairs. 2) Hair on top. You can guess which it was… correct it’s 1 + 2!

Red is Beautiful

Her ship has come in! Only a few days to go and the sailors from Sail2010 will flood the city.

Ballet Russe d’Amsterdam

7 Ballerina’s carrying their own bar, many asked if they also could do some pole-dancing!

Miss Asia

Hepie & Hepie [a Dutch institution]

Jan Smit’s sisters from Volendam. Jan Smit is world famous in…

the Netherlands

The café and its ‘stage’ waiting for things to come.

If you were to walk past Café ‘t Mandje on the Zeedijk for the past twenty-five years, you might think that it was not yet open for the day or that the proprietor was just taking a break and would be back in a bit. However, ‘t Mandje [the Basket] has been closed since 1982. It sat fully intact with only the occasional visitor able to peak in.

When it opened, Café ‘t Mandje was the first bar in Amsterdam where people could be openly gay, in a time when homosexuality was still forbidden by law in the Netherlands. Some people mark it as Amsterdam’s, or the world’s, first gay bar, but by all accounts, it was frequented by pimps, drug addicts, and general drunks as well as gay men and lesbians. The owner, a motorcycle riding lesbian named Bet van Beeren [1902], bought it from her uncle and began running it as her own in 1927.

Bet was referred to as the “Queen of Zeedijk” and enjoyed her celebrity. She was known all over Amsterdam as well as across the Netherlands. She was entertaining and welcoming and enjoyed using the bar as her stage. There was a tradition that people would leave something behind when they visited the bar: a ribbon, a pin, or in some cases, a necktie. She would cut them off of men, many times with a butcher knife. The ties would then be hung around the bar.

In the Amsterdam Historic Museum, there is a recreation of the bar as it was in its heyday. There are neckties and boots hanging from the ceiling. There are figurines and mementoes on the glass shelves behind the bar. There are postcards and pictures on the walls. The walls are a big, cluttered mess that really gives the room a lived-in feeling. All of the memorabilia in the bar is from a certain time in Amsterdam and harken back to days long gone. Visitors can sit in the small room and watch a video of Bet’s younger sister, Greet, talking about the bar as it was in Greet’s childhood, as it was in its heyday and how it happened that Greet eventually took over the bar. The whole thing is subtitled and Greet’s enthusiasm about the bar and its importance and history is evident even to the non-Dutch speaker.

The way Greet tells it, Bet was not a total “butch.” There’s a fair amount written about this Amsterdam icon. Because she liked to roar down the street on a motorcycle and because she had a lot of girlfriends and treated them like a man in her position might treat women, she was perceived and remembered by many as very butch. However, Greet emphasizes the softer, more feminine side of Bet. She was caring, loving and very much-loved by everyone.

After the death of their father, Greet began working in the bar and Bet took a less public role, never stepping from behind the bar, according to Greet. In 1967, Bet died and was laid out on the billiard table in the bar for three days so that people could pay their respects. Greet took over the bar and ran it for fourteen years. “Seven good years, seven lean years,” Greet says in the video. After that, it became too much of a hassle and Greet closed the bar, keeping it intact. She said that she was willing to sell it to the right person. She respected Bet and wanted to keep the jovial atmosphere that Bet had created and the people had come to expect from a visit to ‘t Mandje.

In 2007, there had been some activity at ‘t Mandje, it was 80 years after Bet started the bar and 40 years after her death. Greet’s niece Diana bought the bar and since then they have gutted it, cleaned and replaced everything in its original place. The reopening was an appropriate reemergence of the bar as Bet loved Queen’s Day and the bar officially opened the day before, on 29 April, under the same name.

Bet van Beeren is a legendary figure on the Zeedijk. Café ‘t Mandje has been a monument to her larger-than-life personality for many years. It’s fitting that they spruced up the place and made it available for visitors again. It still has the same open-to-everyone atmosphere and carry on the spirit of Bet, but with fewer pimps.

Café ‘t Mandje
Zeedijk 63, Amsterdam
Tu: 20.00-01.00
We-Fr: 16.00-01.00
Sa: 14.00-03.00
Su: 14.00-01.00
Mo: closed

Did You Know?

Mustard is the unsung hero of the kitchen cupboard, adding a lick of heat and a depth of flavour to a huge range of dishes. The sauces we think of as mustard are made from mustard seeds. Mustard’s fieriness is dependent on the addition of water: whole mustard seeds that are added to a stock, made into a wholegrain sauce, or fried at the early stages of preparing a curry are much mellower than a paste made from ground seeds and water.

Store in a glass jar in the fridge. Mustard that has been stored for a long time is prone to separation so should be shaken prior to opening.

Fantastic served with cold meats such as ham or with sizzling sausages or to add extra tang to a sandwich.

Mustard is also often combined with [olive] oil and vinegar to make a salad dressing.

When you type mosterd [Dutch for mustard] in at Google you get a huge amount of hits. Next to salt, pepper and vinegar, it’s one of the oldest condiments in the Dutch kitchen. In this small country you can find over 10 big producers of mustard and many small ones.