Took the ICE high speed swank-train from Cologne to Brussels today. I had a choice for a few days of post-show downtime between Amsterdam (where I've been) and Brussels (where I have not been).
While I'm assured that the country I'm in is great, this city is not terribly inspiring. Even my guide book talks about having to view it with an open mind. Perhaps I should have opted for the variety of "open mind" sold in cafes in the Netherlands.
Regardless of the chamlessness of the city (it's as if someone forgot to tell them that they're the capital of the EU, and should thus somehow reflect the fact that they are in Europe) they have some great food. I've taken it upon myself to take a gastronomical tour of this fair (and I meant that literally) city.
It's a bit however like the scene in Better of Dead where Lane's mother is giving the meal for the french exchange student (he put his, how you say, testicles all over me) and is presenting items for her. "Franch bread, franch dressing, and Peru!". Upon arrival I obeyed the local Tourist Code and consumed a sampling of Belgian mussels with a big Belgium beer and some Belgian frites. The frites were not good, the mussels good, the beer excellent.
This was followed up by a trip to one of the sextillion Belgian chocolate shops, from which I consumed several chocolates I liked less than the ones that I make myself. (I am now a bon-bon snob.)
That was the point at which the large beer plus the lack of sleep combined to drive me back to the hotel for a 1 hour nap. Waking from that slumber, and still inebriated I decided as I tripped over a planter in the lobby and then almost walked in front of a nearby tram I headed to the park for some greenery where I was sort of accosted by a Kosovo resident in Belgium to earn money for his asthmatic child. Uh huh. We had a rather nice conversation in French for a good 15 mins and parted ways to allow me to wander around the city, cursing a bit at its blanditude.
Found a a-la-minute frites shop (owner cut the potatoes while I stood there) and ate them, relishing the tartar sauce accompaniment (get it, relish?)
Back in the hotel I'm waiting for the sun to go down so I can experience Belgium after dark, by which I mean I'm going to find a close bar that doesn't look like it's occupied totally by tourists and drink a selection of fine beers, before returning to my hotel room to pass out yet again.
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