Day 5: Turkish Pizza in Little Anatolia

So I've finally had a food epiphany about Belgium: Belgian food is generally crap in any of the restaurants I can afford to eat in. Virtually all restaurants in Brussels that serve traditional Belgian dishes have the exact same menu. They even look suspiciously like they are under the same ownership and management. To summarize, I can spend 15 euros on a mediocre meal OR I can spend 6 euros on a delicious Turkish pizza (Lahmacun).

This actually works out great for me because my room is in a heavily Turkish neighborhood in Schaarbeek called "Little Anatolia." There are literally dozens of Turkish restaurants that cater to an actual immigrant community. Competition is fierce and prices are MUCH lower than their Belgian competitors.

Tonight, I had my first lahmacun. For 6 euros, I got a giant boat-shaped pizza cooked in an actual wood-fired oven. The menu was enormous with dozens of topping combinations so I opted for a basic pizza split between minced/seasoned meat and cheese. As an added bonus, I got some Turkish sausage on top. The lahmacun arrived with a sizeable plate of lettuce, tomatoes, onion, green pepper, and a lemon. I mistook this for a salad before I noticed all the Turkish diners topping their slices with the mix, sprinkling on some lemon juice, before folding it all in half to consume. Next time, I'll do it right ;) Needless to say, this meal was perhaps the best I've had yet in Brussels.

Here is a kriek or cherry-flavored lambic beer I picked up at the store. All you framboise drinkers back in Columbus need to realize how badly you are getting ripped off on your Lindeman's out at the bars. This bottle cost 1.5 euros.

Finally, we have the Botanique or Botanical Garden. I would have taken more pictures but there were far too many euro-douche teenagers around all the cool stuff.

Day 4: In Brugge (not Bruges)

Today I took a trip to Brugge. Way too many pictures to post so check out my album on Facebook.

Day 3: Ridiculous breakfast

This basket of bread wasn't even my whole breakfast! I went to Le Pain Quotidien for a petit dejeuner but there was nothing petite about it. Le Pain Quotidien is an all-organic bakery/cafe that started in Brussels but is apparently all over the world now. I wish one would make its way to Columbus. The breakfast consisted of: a basket of assorted breads, a soft-boiled egg, fresh squeezed orange juice, coffee, and an array of various spreads and preserves. A bit expensive but delicious!

After the archives, I did more wandering of the streets. I found A La Bécasse in a small courtyard through a nearly hidden passageway just a block from the Grand Place. Not many tourists inside though.

A La Bécasse still serves Lambic beers in the traditional clay pitcher.

They also have cheap (for Brussels) snacks, open-faced tartines, etc... to eat.

After polishing off this platter, I experienced a massive jet lag attack and collapsed into a 3 hour nap!

First Dinner in my Room

I didn't grill the jambon and mustard-cheese sandwich but I used a skillet because I don't have a plate!!!

First Day at the Archives

So today I got myself out of bed at 7:00 on the dot for my first day at the Archives Generales du Royaume (I left out the accents). I had no idea what to expect linguistically but was pleasantly surprised when 2 out of the 3 employees spoke perfect English. I guess that is what you get in a small country with powerful neighbors that has been invaded and defended countless times over the past 1000 years! Above is the outside of the archive.

Inside, it took no effort whatsoever to figure out the inventory system. I had my first documents within 30 minutes. This is a good thing because it turns out there is far more here for me to see than I initially expected. I'm going to have to gut it out every hour the archive is open to finish by my last day (July 17). Above you can see one of the documents I'm looking at. It is a record of military reward grants (ventajas) given to Spanish soldiers in the 1580s.

I worked straight through to 4:30 without collapsing! Afterwards I sat down at a nearby cafe to get a beer and some food.

I got a smoked salmon platter with various veggie garnishes and it was delicious! Next, I walked around for an hour. Big surprise: another old European country full of cathedrals!

Brussels Day 1: Final Report

What is the strange non-descript brown beer in the grimy glass on the table?

Hmm....

What could it be?

I've only been here one day and this was supposed to be a major accomplishment.

I don't get it.

We'll have to take a closer look

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IT'S WESTVLETEREN 12!!!! The supposedly impossible to get best beer on earth. This beer is supposedly only available directly from the obscure monastery that brews it. When the rare illicit bottle appears in the U.S., it often fetches upwards of $50! And here I found it in the Brussels Bier Tempel!!! The woman behind the counter spoke English but was quite evasive when asked how her store is able to carry this "holy" brew. As for the hype, it is dead on. This beer is among the richest most complex liquids I've ever consumed but still retains a 100% beer feel.

So on my final jaunt around town, I wandered aimlessly scouting for grocery stores and laudromats. Success on both counts but the dismal closing time of 8 pm is a bit annoying. I'll never get Europe apparently. Lori should be happy to know that I finally got my paper cone of frites and also discovered a hidden gem....Until tomorrow!

First Day Scoping Out Brussels

Ok, so I arrived in Brussels without a hitch. All I had to do was kill 4 hours waiting for Elvira to show up to let me in. I took this wondefully cinematic shot during my downtime before finding a wi-fi cafe. While sitting in said cafe, I began to notice the overwhelming preponderance of Turkish people all around. I'd say 2/3+ of the people in my neighborhood are Turks. Doner kebabs are everywhere.

After getting my stuff settled, I hit the town. I wanted to scope out the State Archives before I bumble in there tomorrow but my #1 goal was scoping out the food and beer scene. Low and behold, I found two wonderful stores with hundreds of different beers each. You'll be getting more updates, I promise.

After all this beer hunting, I had to get myself some beer and sustenance. I ducked into a small cafe for a pate sandwich and a beer. I accidentally tried to speak Spanish but the server laughed and replied in English.

I decided to put of frites (fries) for awhile because the only place I could find was the one with the mascot pictured below and it was thronged by tourists.

I finished off with a little touristy site-seeing. Enjoy!