Wiener is a real drinking man’s bar, which is perhaps the reason we stumbled in here on our way home from a long night out. The area behind the bar is crammed with ancient cassette tapes and photos of half forgotten evenings, while large sized panties and bras are stapled to ceiling – a memento of earlier days when buxom women once frequented the place. Today it’s a venue for smoking cigarettes, heavy drinking, darts and Ajax football. It’s also usually open quite late.
