As soon as girl’s British bestie followed her career from Paris to Brussels, girl knew that a little trip to Belgium was in order. To be honnête, since coming to Paris, Brussels had never been a top-spot on the checklist but with the sweet smell of a real Belgium waffle calling her name, she booked a ticket.
When the trip was decided, four things stayed on girl’s mind: moules frites, beer, waffles and, of course, chocolate. And the trip went almost exactly in that order. After arriving, we headed straight to the Stella Artois pub for a sweet cherry beer. While girl is often not into flavored beers, it must be said: be warned, these beers are no joke. They may taste like soda…but they’re not. Don’t forget it. Next up was lunch time – mussels, mussels and mussels! Not going to lie, we stopped to chow down in a slightly shady looking joint as soon as they offered us free wine…this little side street had the same charm (and tourist-trap-ism) as Saint Michel.
Next up, shopping for more beer. There were dozens of these cute little shops selling hundreds of Belgium beers. With unique bottles and labels (and really high alcohol percentages) girl was tempted to walk out with the store. The only thing holding her back was the fact that her duffle bag didn’t come with wheels. Merde.
Though the city itself wasn’t such a looker, something must be said for the character of the architecture of the city center. There was such a bizarre mix of post modernism meets gothic medieval. In Brussels, time feels like it slows down…which can be a good thing when you want to sneak in an extra chocolate waffle!