Wednesday March 20
After Barbara spent the day doing
her notional service, and Holt toured three museums in a row, our friends Vaden and
Ginger picked our exhausted bodies up and swept us off to one of their favorite
places, the Belga Café. Again it was hopping, but everyone was so friendly, and despite our lack of reservations, they seated us right away.
Beyond Ginger's spinach soup (green
for St. Patrick's day), we swept beyond the appetizers again and went straight
for mains.
Mussels are of course a specialty,
so we got a pot Ostendaise, with clams and a half spiny lobster, in a tomato,
cream, and lobster sauce. Of course, hot
fresh frites came on the side, with
mayonnaise for dipping.
Our other choice was Speenvarkentje met Winterstoemp, suckling
pig from head to tail: croquettes from the head, two little rib chops, and
various undistinguishable but tasty parts in the middle, with mustard, potato,
and succulent salsify, a vegetable we wish we could come to eat more
frequently, or maybe even grow (it needs deep rich soil and 150 days to
harvest, so not likely, really).
Our wine was a red Chateau de
Sancerre 2005, which went well with everything, and probably with old boots, if
it came to that.
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