



Fortified by fries we stopped at the tiny pub nearby with over 100 flavors of Jenever (genever), a liquor made in Belgium and the Netherlands beginning in the 16th Century from juniper berries and, according to local lore, bastardized into gin by the Brits, who may have been too drunk to pronounce the whole word and shortened it. Filled to the very rim, the jenever must be sipped before picking up the glass. Julie tried pear and I opted for elderflower. We may have returned later for grapefruit and blood orange but for some reason can't remember for sure.
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