It doesn’t get much more ‘Brown café’ than Café ‘t Monumentje.
This chthonic little brown café in the labyrinthic Jordaan is a mess of stained-old crap that becomes charming when brought together in this way.
Covering nicotine-stained walls with miscellany is certainly not unique to “‘t Monumentje”, but here the practice feels somehow more genuinely careless and of wanton cobbling together, rather than designed for an effect of age and style.
There is also a small, very dusty cage fixed to the wall and imprisoning four old Heineken tins. Naturally.