Expats vs Holland: English Stand-up Comedy Amsterdam

Expats vs Holland: The Comedy Battle Where Integration Goes to Die

Event Description

After years of being blamed for the housing crisis, clogging up Albert Heijn, and still not speaking Dutch (oops), expats are finally fighting back—with jokes. "Expats vs Holland" is an open mic where foreigners turn their trauma into comedy. Expect:

- "Why Dutch directness is just rudeness with a passport"

- "The five stages of Dutch grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, gezelligheid"

- "I paid €2000 for a closet-sized apartment and all I got was a landlord who won’t fix the shower"

And yes, Dutch people are allowed to come too—if they can handle the truth.

This isn’t therapy (though it might feel like it). This is raw, unfiltered, and occasionally offensive comedy about the absurdity of expat life in Holland. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, and you’ll leave wondering "Why did I move here again?"

Event Details

📅 Date: Every Thursday

⏰ Time:

- Doors: 7:00 PM

- Show: 7:30 PM – 9:30 PM

- After-party: 9:30 PM – ???

📍 Location:

Café de Plakhoek

Cornelis Trooststraat 68, 1072 JH Amsterdam

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🎟 Tickets: FREE (because capitalism hasn’t ruined everything yet)

🍽 Food & Drinks:

- Legendary Dutch bitterballen

- Best cocktails in town

- Cheap beer (because the Dutch wouldn’t have it any other way)

Why Come?

✔ Laugh at Dutch stereotypes – Cheapness, emotional range of a brick, and an obsession with bikes that borders on cult-like.

✔ Laugh at expat entitlement – "Why won’t the supermarket take my foreign card?" "Why is ‘Dutch efficiency’ a myth?" "WHY IS IT SO HARD TO MAKE DUTCH FRIENDS?"

✔ The After-Party – Where expats and Dutchies pretend to like each other over jenever.

For Performers

Want to take the mic? Sign up here:

Comedy Sign-Up Sheet

Follow Us

📸 Instagram: @dopaminecomedyclub

👍 Facebook: Dopamine Comedy Club

Final Warning

This isn’t some polished, Netflix-special comedy night. This is live, messy, and gloriously unpredictable. You might witness a star being born. Or a star collapsing into a black hole of shame. Either way, it’s a night you won’t forget—even if you try.

See you Thursday. Or don’t. But then you’ll never know if that one American actually nailed his ‘Dutch people have no soul’ bit