Cafe de Zeemeeuw

This is a small dive type bar just on the outskirts of the red light district in Amsterdam. If you are a soccer fan you will be pleased with the décor, as the cieling is completely covered with a variety of soccer jerseys. There also other soccer related items on the walls and a television on the back wall for your viewing pleasure.
For us, the bartender made this place great. The young lady behind the bar who told her if she had been working there for the past 19 years had a great personality, knew how to pour a beer, and had a certain way about her, that made it clear that she was in the right job, and at the right place.
If you stop in you also meet «McQueen» who is the bar cat. From what we understand because the buildings are old, a lot of the bars and other establishments have cats to manage any potential problem with mice.
The bar is noisy and can get crowded very quickly because it is pretty small. If you are in Amsterdam and are looking for a place to sit down at the bar and have a few beers this is a good place. I don’t think we were the only tourists in there, but I think the tourists were outnumbered by the locals. We enjoyed this place very much and I think you will too.

Located on Zeedijk on the border of the Red Light District this café offers draft beer and a relatively laid back atmosphere to sit and drink among locals or sit outside on a bench watching the world scurry by on the busy street that is Zeedijk.

De Zeemeeuw is a divey little bar on Zeedijk, and I just love it. When I’m in the city, this is usually where I spend my afternoons, or where I’ll duck in to catch a Premier League football match. There are tourists in and out on the weekends, but it’s heavily local during the week.
It’s tiny, and they serve beer. There’s nothing else to say, except that the men’s room is spectacularly bad. It’s been awhile since I’ve been in there, but it used to be that the men’s room was locked to prevent puking drunk Brits from pissing all over the ceiling. The ladies’ was left open, which didn’t seem quite fair. Still, a reasonable precaution if you’ve ever met a drunken Englishman of low birth.
If you’re in the neighborhood, stop in for a biertje.