Biblos Bar

Dear owner or whoever is replying to our reviews, knowing that we can't reply back... Making up lies just to justify your aggresive behaviour is not going to work. There was no beers that night, and no, it wasn't a new year's eve, it was the day I wrote the review, but you already know that😜. We were drinking coca cola, cola zero and two ice teas, because the atmosphere in the bar was horrific and even alcohol couldn't fix it. You can just apologise for the owner's aggressive behaviour and mistake, since we really did order 4 drinks, paid for them and sit inside the bar for 30 minutes already, and move on, but you make up the dumbest story ever "throwing beers at each other"..😂 Anyways I saw other reviews saying the same story and they were foreigners too, so you might be xenophobic. I wish you a wonderful 2026 too and maybe a psychologist?

Everyone is great, good conversations with the owner, one of the few "real" Amsterdam bars left. Definitely a must if you're at leidseplein.

I've never had a problem. Drinks are good, reasonably priced, the staff is all great and welcoming. The bad reviews are most likely unfounded.

The owner was extremely aggressive and rude for no reason raising his voice, repeating that “it’s his bar and his rules,” and making us feel unwelcome the entire time. Instead of simply talking to us, he kept hovering and arguing, which completely ruined the atmosphere. This is not how guests should be treated. Definitely not coming back.

Biblos Amsterdam isn’t just a bar—it’s a sacred institution of good times, questionable decisions, and legendary hangovers. I’ve been going here for years, and at this point, it’s basically my living room with better lighting and a stronger tequila selection. I had my wedding party here, which tells you everything: it’s not just a place to drink, it’s a place to celebrate life, love, and the magical ability to dance badly until 3am. The owner? Absolute hero. Knows your drink before you say it, remembers your wildest nights better than you do, and somehow still lets you back in. This place has seen it all—impromptu dance-offs, deep life talks at the bar, and enough boozy nights to fund a small vineyard. It’s the kind of spot where time blurs, the music’s always on point, and the regulars become extended family (the loud, slightly tipsy kind). If walls could talk, Biblos would probably be arrested. But thankfully they don’t, so we keep coming back. Five stars, two Advils, and one hell of a place to write your best stories.