[note: left my camera in paris, so did the best we could with todd's phone]
In the movie version, two hitmen contemplate the meaning of life and death while holed up in Bruges, learning from locals. In my version, I contemplate the meaning of the perfect frites while scampering around town, froggering my way through hoardes of tourists. The end result? A tummy-tingling mix of Belgium’s best:
We started the day off with a spontaneous picnic supplied by fresh pickins from the morning market
Wednesday market on the grand square
After taking an introductory spin around the stalls, I plucked up some smoked halibut, creme fraiche with scallions and mini multigrain buns to make a light morning snack.
fresh sliced smoked halibut
plus local cream cheese
and mini bun
equals perfect late breakfast
and muscadet grapes the size of my head to wash it all down
all under the Church of Our Lady tower
The rest of the day was spent nibbling on examples of some of Belgium’s finest fare:
big plump mussels in tartar sauce
quite literally the best waffle of my life
perfect exterior crisp meets fluffly internal caverns
only thing better than chocolate is chocolate on a stick
the gift that keeps on giving
and dirt-cheap belgian beers for todd
At the end of the day, I didn’t see the inside of any churches, museums of tourist shops, but the experience couldn’t have been better.
And where is the main attraction you may ask?? I’m saving the frites experience for its own post…coming soon!
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God, looks amazing, as always!