Wear a bobble hat

Mrs Fogg tries out her new fashion accessory purchased specifically to hide the grey (guess i’ll get a kick when she reads this one).

Our last evening we saw a massive queue of peeps stood outside what appeared to be a sawdust floor restaurant, bear in mind outside there was 2 bales of straw and stuffed deer and cows, strange advertisement for a restaurant. Undeterred and udderly (see what I did there) interested we decided to join the queue for what lists itself as “The Place for Ribs”.

inside is very simple, except for the walls of books and gothic red lanterns. The toilets were one cubicle for ladies and two holes against the wall for the guys (in plain sight of all).

Well the menu is simple, you want ribs we gottem, you want anything else then bye bye. The (s)wine (oh me and my puns) comes in 1.5 ltr bottles and if you want it by the glass take it from the 1.5 ltr bottle and they charge for what you use. The wine was actually a B&Q paint stripper special.

The ribs arrive, a full half pig each and a jacket spud, veg forget it, this is a carnivore special and very tasty too (except for Mrs Fogg complaining about greasy fingers whilst forcing the 20th rib down). When you finish your half pig they come round and stack your plate up, since it turns out this is an all you can eat feast (tempted to say you can make a real pig of yourself). After the grub you get an Irish Coffee to wash down all the meat, all for £22 each. Not Bad and now we understand why the lengthy queue.

One curious thing though there were people coming into the restaurants with their pet dogs and just leaving with the leads, don’t understand that.

A fantastic evening topped off by waffles with cream and hot chocolate in the pouring rain oh and a little more of the Glugg wine.

Ah the car of the future is here in Brussels, zero carbon emissions from the vehicle itself (let’s ignore the nuclear reactor that provides the electricity shall we), 0 to 60 but a dream to never be achieved (unless being pushed down hill by a milk float), a super fast recharge time of 24 hours to provide you with a total distance of 3 miles once charged. Where can I sign up!

Look how natty it is, capable of holding one average sized hobbit and a back pack, stylish, trendy oh yeh and crap!

What a fantastic 3 days it has been, wonderful hotel, fantastic location (Brussels Grande Place), superb food (oysters, mussels, ribs, lobster, waffles, yum) and a chance to reminisce.

Its some 12 or 13 years since we were here last and has been so nice to visit all the places we know and love and all the sights we enjoyed while we worked here.

Happy Anniversary Mrs Fogg and thank you for the surprise.

Now to navigate BMI and see if they can get their plane off the ground going back (we tried to checkin online last night but failed, so after a 15 min call to BMI were then advised “oh you can’t do online checkin from Brussels”, well thanks for the notification on your rubbish website).

Brussels, see ya at Christmas on my turkey plate.

Here is the Chocco Monster of Belgium (avec dead squirrel). Let today’s food roll call commence:

– Waffles with Chocco sauce for brekky
– Pain O Chocolat for Lunch
– A full rack of ribs for tea
– Waffle with Chocolat and cream for tea (see Mrs Fogg wearing most of it)

Healthy veg next week

Some 13 years ago this was the culmination of one of my many projects in Brussels. I had been out here about 8 times setting up an office over the other side of Brussels and this was the final location for the office, PCs, networks, telephones, the works (106 Avenue Louise).

Fun times in deed. Lots of alcohol but also a hell of a lot of work.

That’s it done Brussels now, just gotta do the big balls and we can head home tomorrow.

Fantastic weekend.

A late rise, ah bliss 10.30am, nice shower then off to find brekky, literally stumbling distance from the hotel was a waffle shop.

So Mrs Fogg and I felt obliged to eat chocolate waffles, oh yum. Now satisfied bellies can womble another 25 miles around the city.

Glugg Wine anyone?

Oooooh these rude people. We took a trip up to Arts Loi as its known in French, with the Flemish translation show above.

Don’t tell the Mrs I took this photo though.