Showing posts with label Belgium. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Belgium. Show all posts

Thursday, April 24, 2008

From the clutches of chocolate to the canals of Ghent


You can only visit so many artisanal chocolatiers; indulge in their dark, milk and white chocolate truffles, marrons glacés, caramels, and mendiants before you simply must allow your insulin to restore itself to a normal state.

Our recess from cocoa butter ganache fillings would be replaced with apple tartins and waffles during a daytrip to Ghent, Belgium. Hardly a respite from sugar, but we concluded the details weren't worth balking about.

Lighter and brighter than Brussels, Ghent-St. Pieters features canals, meandering medieval streets and a disturbing lobster lady advertising one of Ghent's many bank-side restaurants in which to part with your Euro. There's also a wide range of languages you can speak to order your Belgian waffle: Flemish, French, English or German.

Ik zou van een wafel, tevreden houden (I'd like a waffle, please)
Supplémentaire chantilly, svp (extra whipped cream, please)
Quickly—I beg of you! (Rapidement—je prie de toi!)
Ich benötige ein Haar jetzt (I need a nap now)


Saturday, April 19, 2008

Een goede dag verder (have a nice day).

Monday morning welcomed a first-class Thaly's train ride to Brussels, Belgium. Foo's enthusiasm could hardly be contained given Belgium's reputation for high-quality chocolate, waffles and a famed bronze statue of a boy relieving himself.

Less than two hours after departing Gare du Nord in Paris, our motley crew found themselves at the Grand Place--the geographical, historical and commercial heart of the city; a fine example of Belgium's ornate 17th-century architecture.

Flemish Renaissance and neo-classical stone detailing aside, it was the 81 chocolatiers Foo and her mama were more interested in exploring. The hand-dipped dark chocolate pistachio marzipan of the Corné Port Royale did not disappoint. 

Mannekin Pis
An unlikely attraction, this tiny statue of a young boy barely 30cm (1 ft) high relieving himself into a small pool is as much a part of Brussels as the Trevi Fountain is part of Rome. 

A tradition since 1698 (thanks to a donation from governor Maximilian-Emmanuel), the Mannekin Pis can be seen in various states of dress; 650 different outfits to choose from including an Elvis suit. 

Viva las België!