We’re staying in Europe this week for a little adventure through the quant town of Brugge, Belgium.
Brugge
Romantic; it’s the first thing that comes to mind for many when you hear about Brugge. And so as the story goes it is truly romantic, in every sense of the word. There are couples everywhere slowly making there way through reminiscent cobblestone lane ways glancing sheepishly at the nostalgic architecture.
Alas! At the time, I was single, and so a part of me wanted to share this experience with my now life-long partner (who I hadn’t actually met at the time), I couldn’t, I was alone. I just had to find out what else Brugge had to offer.
‘Pleasantly surprised’ is an understatement. Eating amazingly fresh food prepared with love is truly one of the most pleasurable experiences one can have. The juiciest little snails smothered in garlic and olive oil anyone could find south of Paris followed by a comforting vegetable soup all devoured sitting on an antique bentwood in a small wood-laden bistro. I remember thinking to myself ‘could this get any better?’.
What made this experience so memorable for me was how this evening just kept on giving! After dinner I didn’t have to walk very far to reach what is still to this day on of the best bars I know of. As you slide the door open almost off its hinges because of its age, you catch a glimpse of a few of hundreds of beer taps. All in a row. All fresh from the tap. Each with their own specifically shaped glasses that are supposed to bring out the flowers.
Thank you Brugge and thank you Mr. anonymous bartender for the great conversation over that exotic Belgian.