One last thing before I abandon Europe. I somehow managed not to post this.
We were in Brussels only for a night. And really only so we could catch the fucking unrealistically early flight to Venice and the only thing we did was eat dinner, that and get attacked by a drunken woman who wanted Ashish’s umbrella.
He had made reservations in a bar á vins. A wine bar just outside of the happnin’ part of the old city center. Only it turned out that he made it at the wrong bar á vins which was not in the happnin’ part of the city unless you consider criminal activities of various sorts to be happnin.’ And I suppose one might.
Once he realized that where we were heading looked less than than appetizing he didn’t want to walk any further and so we turned around and stopped at a small cute place about half way between the real happnin’ and the dangerous happnin’ and had dinner. He went with the steak haché and I the beef bourguignon (It came with french fries, yea! I love Belgium).
I really cannot say how the beef tartare was because, well, raw beef, but the bourguignon was really good. But not as good as Three Letters.’
I needed to get that last apostrophe in there.
