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Mitsou A weekend biero-frito-Brussels ... mmmm!

I will not hide it from you, you, as in Brussels, the point of interest is not the most exciting or the Atomium ceiling this Robert Schumann (I still attended the historic event of the people who complained about the lack of government since 7 months) is beer. It's true Jacques Brel there and Benoit Poelvoorde but let us focus a little. I love to have a tourist abroad, I go to Brussels, I expect the treasures of Belgian beers hidden in caves and cellars to immense depths unlikely. When I moved to the Amstel, the Grimsby or Leffe, I offer a face of misunderstanding, "but how you do that?" On the verge of choking lungs. Looks like Sam, it's as surprised at the coffee place de la Sorbonne, there is a Cotes du Rhone or a Chablis to be put in the tooth. Not stupid. It is true that the Belgian tourists must be baffled in Paris! I followed the advice of Math in all cases, and we made a raid worthy of the name in the supermarket ... The cashiers had to take us for fools with our mouths of angels "imagine, there are 6 blue and 4 Chimay Trippel Karmeliet" to trampling like kids caught buying alcohol when they have 15 years (and give a fake ID with the name McLovin - those who have not seen Superbad must be absolutely look forward to continue reading this blog). FYI, though, is 1 € beer bottle wholesale (in Paris, there are at Monoprix Boulevard Sebastopol but rather in the € 2.50, like the cellar bubble Quincampoix Street in the 4th, but who wants to be very French in its beverages).

culinary level, you can not leave Brussels without a quibble French fries. Apparently there a battle of the utmost importance between Place Flagey and Place Jourdan, who vied. For purely geographical t e time, I have tried as the Place Jourdan, the Maison Antoine , which has existed since 1948. There are several good points that are obvious: the patient's tail (known as chips, gratos gave no caviar in the street), and cooking. Ah cooking! The fries are cooked once, then again they are cooked in beef fat. Yes, madam, beef fat. Well, folks, it's better than muy bueno, that's just the best fries in my life, that's where we are told that you have entered an era of knowledge of the fry, and we can no longer eat with the same recklessness of our fries tartar from below the bar from us (it's 2 € the great horn, and 60 cents the sauce). Big up to the mayonnaise too, as in slightly sweet mayo-mustard subtle. Sigh. Finally these

primitive premises, things turn serious. I had booked the restaurant Bocconi, Hotel Amigo where Fulvio Pierangelini, the very famous Italian chef who officiated at Gambero Rosso (which closed before I could plant a knife and fork), composes the menus, his toque master. What is unfortunate is part of both business and adultery of the room. Yes, yes, businessmen, the son of businessmen who are bored and drink Orangina with sea bass (deuce), and couples kissing without subtlety in mini sofas. Hay all this is EXCEL ENT! We took the input of fried calamari and artichokes, calamari fritters-simple (I expected more of a bare presentation squid) and artichokes perfectly captured, and Jacques scallops with balsamic vinegar and mashed carrots (entries are within 20 €), that's something: the St. Jacques gives the impression of being believed because it is so crystal clear and fresh. First emotion. Then, it was shared linguine with lobster sauce, Buase (60 € for two, you can not control himself, or when you take the two plates), and there it was the coup de grace! We each had half a lobster, exceptionally, at once firm, moist and tasty bite (I admit, I have a HUGE weakness for lobster), and the linguine that made me say that I had never eaten pasta before (I eat about 3 times a week, my Italian side). I tried, at the end of neighboring r if there was a double bottom of the plate for a stash of mini lobster claws, but no. They had watered the sumptuous dishes with a bottle of Sicilian white (Pierangelini is Sicilian) Donnafugata (42 € a bottle) at the right temperature, light, airy and earthy at the same time, sensation of gravity in space. Superb dinner so you know what you have to do if you want to spend a fantastic time (it is obviously expensive, but it is beyond the normal, so save your coins yellow). Otherwise

in disappointment, I could not go to Cafe des Spores and refreshment, kept by Nicolas Scheidt of Office Rue Richer in Paris and was told that the greater good but they are closed on Saturday noon and Sunday ... pffff.

Well, just for the pleasure of eating fried regressive and down mugs of beer, hop you take the car (3 hour drive - except you take the wrong exit at the entrance of Brussels, you're in a brownfield site where you guys say "oh I'm really sorry, you're sure the street you are looking for is in Brussels?" and that especially you do not have a GPS because "it's okay, hey, we are managing the road") and Thalys (2 hours by train - but you can not bring beverages).
each his own, each his way, as they say.