Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscle (see the full photo album @ flickr)
I only spent four nights in Brussels because a) it’s in between France and the Netherlands, b) I had a place to stay, and c) I had to do something in between our Paris and Amsterdam weekends.
But I was shocked to find this is actually an awesome city.
The first day: It’s pissing down with rain and I’m wearing shoes that wouldn’t even stay dry in the summer. Not only am I drenched but it’s 3pm and I’ve already missed breakfast (granted I woke at 11am) and lunch.
Then out of nowhere this sweet waft grabs my nose and drags me to it’s source.
Belgian Waffles.
I’m pretty sure I could make myself sick on these on any given day, but when it’s cold and wet, the smell of these warm, sweet little things is as close to heaven as this heathen is ever going to get.
That was the beginning of my gastronomical love affair with the European capital.
Next was Belgian beer and mussels for dinner. Beautiful.
And of course, it wouldn’t be a trip to Brussels without Belgian Chocolate.
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The best bar in Brussels:
European Parliament:
And one of the more BOGGLING sights, especially at 2am when you’re drunk:
Bit harsh.
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[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DNT7uZf7lew[/youtube]
I love this YouTube clip’s title:
Men at work: Land down under!!!! (One of their best songs!!)
(They had OTHER songs..?)