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Eating Me Out In Bruges Or Should I Say, Eating Out In Bruge

Brugges MainThe hotel’s restaurant was in the cellar of the building opposite our hotel and had windows facing out on to the canal which runs between the two.

It was very posh and as we browsed the menu we both decided to opt for the set menu with a reasonable price tag.

The first course arrived after about 20 minutes.  I had selected the chicken liver pate.  Which looked lovely on the plate but totally impractical to eat because you only got 2 small pieces of Melba toast and a substantial chunk of pate.

Not wanting to waste any I completed it on bread roll out of the bread basket.  Waste not want not I was always taught.  Lol

The main arrived after what seemed like an over extended wait and again looked attractive running the length of the plate.  I had ordered the pork.  Which comprised of 3 x pieces of pork medallion, 3 x potato twizzler which looked just like those that Jamie Oliver featured and 3 x mange tout.

I sat for a while hoping for some accompanying vegetables to arrive but they didn’t.  That was it!

With the best will in the world there is no way you can make such food last.  A few scoops with the fork and it was gone.  Shame my hunger didn’t.  🙁

When the waitress appeared to remove my plate I asked if we could have out dessert without a wait as we wanted to take a look around the city whilst it was still light.  I don’t think she was too happy about it but hey I’m the customer.

I’m not sure why they were waiting so long between courses, there were only about 6 people including us in there.  I can only assume they thought the drinks bill would be higher if we sat waiting.  Well, it wasn’t.  lol

And then the dessert arrived which in the same vein as the previous two courses disappeared rapidly.

Only a couple of hours later both Alex and I had to eat some proper Bruges food…a lasagne from one of the local eateries.  🙂

Buggering About In Bruge

BrugeA couple of weekends back Alex and I had a first.  I know your naughty minds are conjuring up all sorts of naughty scenarios.  Well, just put them back in to your naughty corner.

We both have been chatting for a considerable time with a couple of lovely ladies in The Netherlands who kindly invited us over to visit some time.  And after consideration and a rather testing time with family we decided to take them up on their kind offer.

I know.  These people could have been anybody but our instincts told us they were good people and we could totally trust them to take us in and look after us during our stay.

However, the journey over to meet them was going to be a long one starting with the Eurotunnel and then on from Calais.   So on the way, as we would be passing anyway.  We decided to spend an evening in Bruge and drive on fresh and rested the following day.

The hotel was a very quaint one next to a quiet canal, very quaint looking from the pathway.   But once inside it was a Tardis.  The lobby was large and very bohemian with display cabinets around the walls featuring years of collectables whilst the middle was dominated by a bright and gregarious circular seat set around one of the columns supporting the ceiling.

Meanwhile the floor was laid to old flags with the odd Persian rug cast here and there.  And chandaliers dripped from the ceiling.  We were shown the dining room which was filled with the same elegance as the lobby with distressed Queen Ann legged chairs and tables, flower displays and oodles of shiny glass suspended from the ceiling.

Our room continued the opulence and grandeur of the lower floor, with rosewood furnishings and lots of drapes around the window.  And at the far end once the shutters were opened we had a perfect view of the canal.

There was a separate toilet next door to the bathroom.  Now, this is the bit which puzzled me and made the whole place even more quaint.  There was a full sized bath with overhead shower and a double sink but the strange thing was that we also had a bidet in this room.  Lol

I couldn’t help but chuckle and point out to Alex that I could imagine people waddling from the adjacent toilet in to the bathroom to place themselves on the bidet.  Not entirely a good thought but certainly an amusing one for a mind like mine.

Because of the late hour Alex and I removed our toiletries and nightwear from the case and left the room to head for our table at the hotel’s restaurant over the bridge on the other side of the canal.

I’ll tell you all about it next time…