I was starving, and so excited for Cafe de Flore. It's a famous cafe in St Germain de Pres (quickly becoming my fav neighborhood of Paris). It's been around for a hundred years or more or whatever, and Picasso, Hemingway, and Sartre hung out there, among others. Pretty cool. And the food was still awesome. We split quiche, onion soupe, grapefruit salad, salmon, and foie grois and lentils and a bottle of wine between all of us.
And then we went for dessert at Cafe de Flore -- profiteroles, chocolate tarte, and chocolate ice cream. Mmm.
Next we made our way over to O'Neil's, a microbrewery in Paris, right around the corner from Rue Princesse. We had fun there, and had a couple beers. My mom went home, and Shuli and I went to Frog & Princess for a couple more beers. At like 1am we found some street crepes, came home (Shuli stopped for pullups on the way, of course), and then passed out.
And then we had some more chocolates at a chocolatier. And then some macarons at another chocolatier.
Eventually we made our way over to this brewery museum...but of course it was closed! Boo. So we decided to walk to Grande Place, the main historic square in Brussels. On our way we found Mannekin Pis (peeing boy), a hilarious Brussels landmark. He wears costumes from different nations and cultures a couple times a week, and he's been there since like 1600something.
We also found a store called 250 beers, where we stocked up on Trappist beers (to compare to the ones that Shuli and my mom are driving three hours to get from an Abbey in Belgium because it's known as the best beer in the world), beers from the brewery that was closed, and a couple other Belgian specialties.
Then we found Grande Place, which was pretty cool. It's basically a huge historic square surrounded by old gilded buildings. Then we stopped in for a beer, at a place that had a stuffed horse. Awesome. I had Duvel, which was like the classic Belgian beer. It was good.
After warming up, we killed some time by eating a Belgian waffle. Check.
We were kind of worried because we had to make a 9:37pm train. It was the last train out of Brussels before the strikes shut down all the trains, so it would have sucked to missed it. We talked to the waiters, and they said if we got two courses instead of three that it would be ok. That was totally fine, because we'd basically been eating and drinking all day anyways. They started off with a gazpacho, and then we got ravioli and mushroom and cheese dishes. Our entrees were salmon tartar, veal, and chicken pot pie.
It was supposed to be this molecular gastronomy restaurant, but clearly was not. It was delicious nonetheless, and you could see the whole city from the top. Then we took a cab to the train station, and made our train home safe and sound.

































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