Bruges (or as the Flems would say, "Brugge")

Must talk about the dinner at Poules Moules.

I don't have any pictures, so you'll just have to trust me when I say that it was the warmest feeling, skinniest restaurant (spread over 3 levels) I've ever dined at.   Determined to get some Moules Frites while in Belgium, we asked the guy at the front desk of our hostel for a good place to go - and he done served us good.

It was the best french fry I had had in my life, the curry sauce and the white wine sauce that the mussels came with made good friends with them too.  The mussels were perfect - plump, sweet and abundant.  Bonus points for the ones emerging with a thin piece of celery or onion clinging to it - like a Bond girl coming out of the water with the right bathing suit on.  P had a filet of beef, a side of frites with roquefort sauce - decent, but nothing to write home about.

At a hot chocolate/tea room in Bruges.  They bring you a giant bowl of steaming milk accompanied by a portion of chocolate chips to be stirred in...served in a little chocolate dish...also to be stirred in.  The whole affair was balanced out by a plate of biscuits and a selection of chocolates from the chocolatier downstairs.  Didn't grab a card or anything, but I (or P) can show you next time you go to Bruges with us.

An obligatory canal/bridge/old brick building shot of Bruges.  I was enthralled by an intense duck fight taking place.

Remember that surrealist poster you bought at the university poster fair?  When we all thought that surrealism was cool?  In my opinion, surrealism is NOT cool, but float THIS on your subconscious.

A proper belgian street waffle should be made of a yeasty dough (more bread-y than cake-y) with bits of sugar baked right in, then it must topped with a volume of whipped cream equal to that of the waffle.  We got this one with strawberries.

Poules Moules

Simon Stevinplein 9

Brugge, Belgium

050/34.61.19