I Love to Eat

As we were standing at an intersection in Brussels, we hear “Jonathan, Brendan”, from across the road. This was completely unexpected, being that we don’t know anyone from Brussels, so we were a little startled. We gave that look of who in the (insert word) would be calling our names and sure enough across the street is Ethan, one of the guys we met in Barcelona and were on several trains with during a 14-hour day of traveling. Ethan and his friends had arrived the day before and were heading to Amsterdam the next day, so we met up with them later that night and had dinner and a couple of beers. It was really nice to run into them again; we are so used to meeting people and then leaving, usually knowing that we would never see or talk to these people ever again in our lives.

Brussels has several amazing things that are not good for the body. The first being their French fries. We walked out of our way to find this little shop that was well known for its fries. They were exceptional, with the perfect combination of salt, some sweetness, and the perfect crunch that I will not even try to describe in words, because they would not do the crunch justice. After some rest, we headed over to this bizarre statue of a baby boy peeing into water, called the Mannekin Pis. The best part of this statue was its premium location right next to the Belgian Waffle shop. They do not play around with their waffles in Belgium. This waffle I consumed was incredibly simple with just a minimal amount of powdered sugar sprinkled on top; the waffle literally melted in my mouth.

I also consumed some Belgian chocolate, which might be better than the Swiss chocolate. The Swiss are very proud of their chocolate as well as pretty much everything of their own, but they may have lost the battle of the Chocolate as far as I am concerned. Being that my pants don’t fit anymore and my belt broke, I came to the conclusion that I mine as well just keep on eating crazy amounts for the last couple of days. I needed to wash all of these delicious treats down and since Belgian beer is world famous, I had to sample several different types.

I am now sitting in our Paris Hostel, the Young and Happy Hostel, feeling pretty disgusting from the brewed chocolate covered waffle and fries that are still destroying my stomach. After some rest we will attempt to climb up the Eiffel tower, it could be ugly.

Not watching the U.S. Open is killing me and I would love to just be sitting on a couch right now watching Tiger dominate Bethpage and the rest of the field.

-Brendan