The other day a friend lost her love to another cooler girl (I understand the guy, but of course did not tell my friend). Since being single is one of few subjects I have expertise in and vast experience from, she consulted me for advices and consolation. I suggested the following activities in order to heal the misery (ordered from best to worst solution):
2. Buy two packs of cigarettes, leave the lighter at home, ask somebody in the street to light the first one, find a bench in a dirty rainy road, chain smoke by using the finished cigarette to light the next one until the packs are empty, go home.
3. Go out with me.
Fortunately for her mental health and future CV she did not choose alternative three, but instead went for number one.
Having drinks at a local shabby bar is not a question of if or when in Brussels. The tricky question is where. Literally one out of two corners host a bar. It might be Jupiler or Maes which is their principle beer, but in general you know that for less than two Euros you can pour a beer in your throat.
These local venues play a crucial role in the Brussels lifestyle. They are characterised by all the same – all different. You go there to get a drink in a smoky and comfortable environment in good company with the locals.
Close to my flat there are a few of them that I really like.
Although I have been drinking at hundreds of bars around the world I have never before seen a better name than Au Petit Bureau (At the Small Office). If anybody has, please let me know. It just tells so much about Belgian (Wallonian in particular) work ethic. You do not even have to lie to your boss or wife while telling them you are going to the office.
The Belgian version of the Marlboro Man is a frequent visitor to the local Jupiler bar.
Hail to the King.
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