Glou Glou

The corner bar that started Amsterdam's natural wine obsession in 2015.

Before every third Amsterdam bar list read like a zine about sulphur, there was Glou Glou, pouring cloudy, alive, occasionally feral French wine on a corner near the Sarphatipark since April 2015. The name is the French term for wine that goes down dangerously easily, and that remains the house policy: a chalkboard of pét-nats, gamays and zero-zero oddities by the glass, staff who will hand you a taste before you commit, and prices that let you keep exploring past the point of prudence. Food stays in a supporting role, proper French cheese, saucisson, things that love acidity, because the wine is the show. No reservations, ever; you squeeze in at a scuffed table or loiter on the pavement benches with the rest of the converted. Every natural wine bar in this city owes it rent.

Ask what's weird and open by the glass, then anchor it with the cheese-and-saucisson planche.

Photo: NwA architecten (interior design of Bar Glouglou)

Photo: NwA architecten (interior design of Bar Glouglou)

Photo: Proefschrift