Brussels Food Diary, Day One (With Added Embarrassment)

I have to start this post by saying that I absolutely love Europe. I'm very lucky and grateful to have been to a few places in Europe and I've had some great times (and some great food).

In May/June, I went to Brussels with my mum, and we had such an adventure. Brussels is typically known for its waffles, chocolate and frites, and although I did eat those things (quite a lot of those things) I ate some other lovely meals too. Day one: We arrived! After getting up at 5am to travel to London to get the Eurostar, we managed to get to Kings Cross without starving to death. But one thing I did need: coffee. We stopped at Pret a Manger and had coffee and croissants. My almond croissant was finished in no time, but I struggled to drink my latte before heading to the departure lounge. I didn't realise that I'd have to go through a scanner, so I took my coffee with me. I put the coffee into a tray for it to be put through the scanner, and obviously, my sleep deprived brain did not gather that that was a bad idea. It tipped over and spilt all over the tray. Needless to say, the woman who took back the tray was not impressed. (In other words, she glared at me to the point where it felt like my soul was immediately evaporated.)

We made it to Brussels, and found our hotel very quickly. Mum had been recommended a cafe called 'Drug Opera' which served a nice hot chocolate. Side note: there were no drugs at this cafe- I don't think...

The cafe was beautiful, but the hot chocolate was something else. It was smooth, pleasantly warm and not too sweet. It came served with a waffle/biscuit and I was thoroughly impressed by Drug Opera.

After we finished our hot chocolates, we decided to torture ourselves by looking at the huge slabs of chocolate through crowds of tourists gazing through shop windows. I love hazelnuts, so this particular slab caused something to stir in me. (Sorry, I know that sounds vile)

But everyone knows that you can't just have a hot chocolate whilst in Brussels. It was frites time, and I was ready.

I'll be honest, I can't remember the name of the place we went to to get our frites. But I wish I did, because they were SO GOOD. Crispy, fluffy, salty and boiling. I'm not ashamed to admit that I burnt my mouth whilst eating them because I couldn't physically stop myself. The curry ketchup that I had with them added a touch of sweetness but I think I should have got a different sauce, as it became slightly overwhelming towards the end. Stuffed full of chocolate and carbohydrates, mum and I trudged back to our hotel, ready for day two, which was full of even better food.