One of the awesome things about living in London is that you can just “pop over” to another country for a weekend. And not even like a Friday to Monday type of thing. Last weekend, three of my favourite girls and I jumped on the Eurostar bright and early Saturday morning, ate our way through Brussels and Brugge and arrived back home in London by 10pm Sunday night.  A tight little (weekend) package, and I’m definitely not talking about my butt.

Sigh. Maybe I will miss London afterall.

And in case you’re wondering, that’s Melissa, myself, Loreen and Mags, a photo taken by Mag’s ridiculously long arms.

So. Much to the ghastly horror of true foodies, we arrived in Brussels at midday and zoned in on the tourist magnet that is The Grand Place and plomped ourselves down for some lunch. Our target, La Chaloupe d’Or. Our victims, a couple of cheesy (a little too cheesy) quiches, a steak frites, and some cappuccinos sprinkled with actual chocolate, because hey we’re in Belgium afterall.

Given that we only had a day to Buy Everything We Want To Eat (because our Sunday activity was a day trip to Brugge), lunch was scoffed in record time and the food shopping began. Let loose in Belgium. Me in my element.

First stop: Biscuiterie Dandoy for Belgium’s finest hand made biscuits. I don’t remember the names of the biscuits but there are thin crispy ones and thick crumbly ones all of which are equally mouth watering. My favourite? The earl grey “thin crispy one” and the lemon “thick crumbly one” which I believe was the sable cookie.

Next, a spot of chocolate. We went into SO MANY chocolatiers that I seriously don’t have the brain capacity to remember them all, but I do remember Mel having a hard time picking truffles at Neuhaus

… and us going completely CRAZY over the truffles at Le Belgique Gourmande!

We’d been in Brussels about two hours at this point and we were already lugging around bags upon bags of chocolates. The outlook was not pleasant. Nevertheless, it didn’t stop us from wandering around town taking in the sights (such as that little boy with his willy out) and enjoying some Tintin culture which aside from chocolate, I’m pretty darn sure is the best thing to have come out of Belgium (well, after good ol’ Jean-Claude van Damme, the original muscles from Brussels)…

Next up… Pierre Marcolini. Ok, I bet you also just felt a deliriously good shudder when you read that name. I certainly did. Sharing the namesake of equally amazing Pierre Herme, this got me wondering if I should be on the hunt to marry a guy called Pierre. I mean, how they can both be so AMAZING? It can’t be a coincidence… or can it??

Pierre Marcolini is a chocolate genius but these days, the store is adorned with a few more macarons than usual and he’s even tinkering with strange confections like the “cornetto” bars. I didn’t actually try one and now, right now, is one of those times I am totally kicking myself for even considering the size of my ass in the decision. WHO CARES? It’s a freaking Pierre Marcolini cornetto!!!

Anyway, mildly exhausted from all that chocolate shopping, we found refuge in Wittamer, managed to avoid chocolate and instead indulged in two scrumptious desserts ~ the rose macaron and merveilleux (chocolate meringue cream). Ok ok, so we also had some chocolate but shhhh

By this stage we were well and truly gorged beyond belief and given that we’d gotten up at some ungodly hour that morning (what? It’s only been a half day in Brussels?!) a nap was prescribed. By me. Two hours of down time at the Marriott (awesome location, surprisingly cheap rates!) and we’re ready to go!

Right. Dinner. Ok, I want to preface this section by saying that I tried to go to highly recommended Belgium restaurants. I tried booking Viva M’Boma. I tried booking Restaurant Vincent but all these places were closed for holidays! I know, totally unacceptable. And so it was because of this (and because, right when we were walking down Beenhouwersstraat, the craziest tourist street that ever was, it began to bucket) that we ended up at La Terrasse, a touristy but not overly bad seafood restaurant.

In terms of food, it’s kind of a long story, but believe me when I say I would have given my right arm for a pot of mussels provençal. But. Two years ago right here in Brussels, said pot of mussels provençal landed me in hospital in near anaphylactic shock with not one but two bags of adrenaline stuck into my arm. So, no. No more Belgium mussels for me.

We were determined to have a seafood feast though (y’know, to wash down all that chocolate we’d had) and shared a fresh seafood platter, followed by half a grilled lobster for myself and Loreen, and mussels for Mags and Melissa. Bitches.

And the night ain’t even over yet. After dinner, we wandered down to the Grand Place to mingle with the gazillion other tourists and as we watched that gorgeous building (yes, I’ve forgotten what it’s called) change colours more than I change undies, we managed to get all silly and eat some ice cream.

And the night still isn’t over! We headed back to the hotel to have a pillow fight in our bunny outfits (what, isn’t that what girls do??) – ok, truthfully? We headed back to the hotel and drank some tea and ate some spéculoos and talked about cellulite and stuff. That’s what girls do (sorry boys).

OFFICIAL END OF DAY 1 IN BRUSSELS. Feck I’m tired.

Sunday! Rise and shine and… I’m sharing rooms with Loreen and I know that even though she’s gorgeous, there’s a monster lurking deep within, especially when someone wakes her before midday on a Sunday. Luckily, having lived with her for a number of years I know how to handle the monster. Just don’t look it in the eye and tell it to shut the f*** up and get ready already. This method usually works.

After a quick pastry breakfast at Panos, we caught the train an hour into Brugge, which if you’ve seen In Bruges (possibly the only movie I’ve liked Colin Farrell in), you’ll know that Brugge is stunning and tranquil and historical and also absolutely “fucking boring”. You only need a half day in Brugge tops but on the flip side, the half day will be the most awesome half day you’ll have in Belgium 🙂

We arrive in Brugge around lunch time and head straight for food. Given that we’d been in town for 24 hours and still hadn’t had any waffles, someone (maybe me, maybe Mags, maybe we all did) made the executive decision that it would be ok to have waffles for lunch. And so we did…

… with a side of frites. Because we can.

I totally didn’t take note of the name of this place – sorry! – but anyway, it’s not like you can’t get waffles and frites anywhere else in Belgium!

With lunch done, we wandered through the streets of Brugge, determined to find the Main Square, where we could sit and eat some of the chocolate we’d bought because yes, yes we bought some more. After what seemed like an eternity, we fumbled our way into the Main Square, plopped our butts down and cheers’d our chocolates.

And then we realised we weren’t in the Main Square at all. We were actually in the Market Square but people, forget the Main Square, the Market Square is where it’s happening!

After a lazy afternoon in Brugge (eating, shopping, eating, sitting) we hopped on the train back to Brussels for an early dinner before heading back to Londontown on the 8pm Eurostar. Picking the restaurant completely randomly, we stumbled upon a gem (albeit still very touristy) just outside the Grand Place, close to Central Station.

Le Char d’Or was our pick based on their ample menu of meats, so we grabbed a table outside and watched the other tourists while they watched us watching them. Mel and Mags ordered the filet mignon with tomato or celery cream sauce and I had the entrecôte angus beef, all of which were fantastic but the show stopper was Loreen’s carbonnades flamandes (beef Flemish style), a ridiculously tasty beef stewed in red wine and dark beer.

Determined not to leave Brussels without one last dessert, I coerced everyone into sharing some profiteroles with me (like I really needed to bend their arm), and I’m glad I did because seriously, I wasn’t sure if the custard was frozen or they were filled with ice cream, but damn, the profiteroles were good!

8pm. Back on the train to London and we’re all fuller and fatter and definitely happier.  I love my girls, thank you guys for an awesome weekend… and yes, we do like us a bit of crust and clop.

The cast of this post… in order of appearance…

La Chaloupe d’Or
Grote Markt 24
1000, Bruxelles
+32 2511 4161

Biscuiterie Dandoy
31 rue au Beurre
1000, Bruxelles
+32 2511 0326
check out their website for other locations

Neuhaus Chocolates
Galerie de la Reine, 25-27
1000, Bruxelles
Please see their website for other locations

Le Belgique Gourmand
Galerie de la Reine, 17
1000, Bruxelles
Please see their website for other locations

La Boutique Tintin
Heuvelstraat 13
1000, Bruxelles
+32 2514 5152

Pierre Marcolini
Minimenstraat 1
1000, Bruxelles
+32 2514 1206
website

Wittamer Cafe
6-12-13 Place du Grand Sablon
1000, Bruxelles
+32 2512 3742
website

The Brussels Marriott
Rue Auguste Orts 3-7
1000, Bruxelles
+32 2516 9090
website

La Terrasse
Beenhouwersstraat 12
1000, Bruxelles
+ 32 2513 0229

Le Char d’Or
Grasmarkt 89
1000, Bruxelles
+32 2511 1530
website

16 Thoughts on “weekend with my girls & my food: 36 hours in Brussels (and a few in Brugge)

  1. That’s a PACKED weekend. Sounds like MUCH chocolate, biscuits, steak and all manner of other foodie goodies were enjoyed. Jolly good.
    I must confess, I kind of love Bruges and can easily spend more than half a day, I could waste half a day alone just sitting in a couple of pretty cafes people watching, punctuated by a little strolling and chocolate shopping!

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  3. omaigod!!!
    that’s a deliciously sinful weekend u had there!!! everything looked sooo good 🙂 nyums!

  4. Yum! The chocolate in Brussles would be just amazing! No wonder you were complaining about a chocolate hangover 😉

  5. Kavey: You know what, Brugge really is beautiful, and I totally believe you can spend hours upon hours there just gazing at the serene waterways. Hours, yes, days, no. 😉

    ashiebee: It was deliciously sinful indeed and much fun!

    Maria: Haha yeaaaaah. Now you see where that chocolate hangover came from x

  6. You guys really are so lucky being able to pop over to another country! We can do that somewhat with NZ but it’s still a flight away!

  7. TIN TIN???? I am a big fan of him and his hair but I love that crazy angry CAPTAIN!! blistering barnacles Catty I LOVE THIS POST!

  8. How can I not have heard of Pierre Marcolini? Those macarons looks divine! Reminded me of my trips with my friends: eating and shopping!

  9. WOW girl. That is an immense trip! Reminds me of when I went to Berlin for the weekend with my oldest friend for her Hen Weekend – six British girls going mental in Europe. Brilliant.

    Looks like you had an awesome time, I’ve always wanted to visit Brussels and Brugge, and you’re right, it is very easy living in London. I’m going to have to convince some girlfriends to get away with me for the weekend (if I ever manage to get some time off from work…) and hunt down some tasties!

    Jax x

  10. Lorraine: I know.. and a pop over to errr Brisbane just aint the same, is it? 🙂

    Old Cow: TIN TIN! If you love Tintin you’d love Belgium hehe.. you know there’s a Tintin shop in Covent Garden, right?

    sakura: HOW CAN YOU NOT? Pierre Marcolini is divine, you need to go back to Brussels just for this! 😉

    Jackie: It’s so cheap, you should do it! Our Eurostar cost £80 return (we booked early) and accom was only £40pp! Do it 😀

  11. Goodness – I have no idea how you managed to fit in so much in two days!!!

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  13. Hmm… I spent a weekend in Brugge and managed to keep myself entertained! That’s an enormously packed weekend.

  14. Su-Lin: I know, it was crazy… in effect a day and a half, but we managed it!

    Lizzie: Yeah true… Brugge is great for a chill-out. But I guess I was always on the go and have spent 2 half days there. It is a gorgeous place though 🙂

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