As if the beer and chocolate weren’t enough to satisfy my daily indulgences, Brussels had to throw gooey waffles at me as well. I’ve decided the best explanation for Belgium’s superior tasting treats must be in the sugar coating. With each bite I took I broke open another crystallized chunk. Luckily I have a sweet tooth and I expect my future husband to make replicas of these Belgium delicacies every Sunday.
When I wasn’t sampling waffles or chocolates (or, often, a combination of both), I sipped beers around the city. We started our trip with a visit to the last traditional brewery in Brussels — Cantillon. This family-run establishment opened in 1900 and they still make beer in the exact same way. Brewing season is only during the cold months of November – March and all beer is still stored in old wooden barrels.
The beer is a style called Lambic, which might be just about the only Belgium beer I don’t like. It’s a champagne style and left an acidic taste in the back of my throat. The beer is even stored in wine bottles and uses a cork and cap to seal it. Nonetheless, it is very interesting to see the old school brewing process. I recommend the 5 euro tour to anyone. It’s outside of the tourist zone and all other visitors were locals – always a good sign.
At night we dined at The Grand Place (many great places to eat!) and strolled the streets. There is a bustling night scene in the narrow, stone alleys. We are convinced we found the best bar in town at Delirium Pub. It’s an underground beer cave with 500 beer selections. It is actually in the Guiness Book of World Records for having the most types of beer in the world! Luckily there is a massive picture dictionary explaining your options. The walls are covered with enlarged beer caps, the music is good and the crowd is just right. Check it out and stay for at least three drinks.