August 2
I slept poorly last night. More precisely, I slept well from 10 pm to 2 am, then not at all from 2 to 6, then well from 6 to 9. I woke up covered in sweat, not at all refreshed. I’m normally up before 7, ready for the day.
Rather than mounting an expedition in search of breakfast, I ate in the hotel. Imagine your basic complimentary motel breakfast in most of America: serve yourself scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, maybe a banana. That was the fare here, except it wasn’t complimentary. When I checked in, I was told breakfast would set me back 23€ per person, or just under 27 bucks. (When I checked out, it turned out to be 18€, or $21.) When I planned the trip, I thought breakfast was included, but even at that, I didn’t plan on eating at the hotel.
Today I widened my radius of exploration by using the subway. First was the National Basilica of the Sacred Heart, or Basilique Nationale du Sacré-Cœur. For some reason, I was thinking this was another Gothic cathedral. I couldn’t have been much more wrong. It was built only a century ago. The cornerstone was laid in 1905, but construction wasn’t completed until after the First World War. It’s not Gothic: it’s Art Deco!
It’s somewhat larger than the two churches I visited yesterday. They claim it’s the fifth-largest church in the world. I know, the internet is never wrong, but various sources I’ve found put it no higher than 8th largest. Back in 1975, I visited St. Isaac’s Cathedral in what was then Leningrad. Through the mists of time and my poor memory, I believe they also claimed it to be the 5th largest. In any event, the Basilica is a significant building, erected at the behest of the King, as a symbol of national pride.
I wouldn’t say the weather was ideal when I arrived there, but I was a bit shocked to step out of the elevator onto the panorama (the walkway around the base of the dome) into a major downpour. Luckily, it was a minor squall and passed after a few minutes.
Next, I went to the Atomium. It was built for the 1958 World’s Fair. Very crowded. I asked for a senior ticket, but she charged me to standard adult fare. Backpacks had to be put into lockers, which were coin-operated. She kindly loaned me a 1€ coin.
I was a bit chagrined to learn that pay toilets are a thing here, particularly as I still haven’t converted any money. Fortunately, the ticket to the Atomium (where toilets cost 0.70€) also includes entry to the Design Museum, where toilets are free.
I don’t know what I was expecting at the Atomium. When you first enter, there are some exhibits telling the story of the 1958 World’s Fair. After that, I don’t know what to make of it. You proceed from escalator to staircase to escalator, moving from one globe to another. There are flashing colored lights and … noises? … electronic music? I was underwhelmed and it’s a mystery to me why it draws such large crowds.
The Design Museum basically had two exhibits: plastics and skateboards. I suspect the plastics exhibit is permanent. The skateboard exhibit is temporary. I found the skateboards more interesting than the plastics, and I’m not particularly interested in skateboards. I was thankful for the free toilet. We take our victories where we find them.
Outside, there are food trucks selling waffles and ice cream. I’ve been using my credit cards the whole time, but these food trucks were the first places I’ve seen where credit cards aren’t accepted. A waffle would have hit the spot right then. They look delicious, served with a dollop of ice cream and drizzled with chocolate syrup. Seeing that having some cash might be handy, I stopped at an ATM in the subway station and got 40€.
After a short break back at the hotel, I went in search of food. My daily wandering took me by the Ferris wheel next to the Palais de Justice. There’s always been a waffle truck there. I elected to go without the ice cream. The waffle was warm, drizzled with chocolate syrup, and served on a piece of waxed paper with a paper towel. It was warm and sticky and quite tasty.
One of the places on my list of potential sights was the Belgian World Beer Experience. I had walked by it the first day I was here. It looked like a bit of a tourist trap. I went in anyway.
It’s housed in the Bourse de Bruxelles building, the former stock exchange. Before going upstairs to learn about beer, you go downstairs for an archeological tour of the site. I didn’t expect that! Archaeologists excavated the site from 1988-2012. In the 13th century, there was a Franciscan church here, with a cemetery. In 1695, Sun King Louis XIV’s troops bombarded Brussels, destroying the nave and the choir down to the foundations.
Legend has it that it’s the burial site of John 1st of Brabant, also known as Gambrinus or Jan Primus. Gambrinus would be St. Gambrinus, who embodied the joyful enjoyment of alcohol, and has even been credited by some with being the inventor of beer.
The beer museum was more interesting and informative than I expected. I learned that hops is a distant cousin of cannabis. One exhibit had funny quotes about beer. Frank Zappa said, “You can’t be a real country without a beer and an airline. It helps if you have some sort of football team, or some nuclear weapons, but at the very least you need a beer.” And, from Plato: “He was a wise man who invented beer.”
To top it all off, admission includes a draft beer served on the rooftop terrace. They had about 50 beers to choose from. I picked the Chouffe Cherry. It was very cherry; sweet rather than sour. Not something I’d have on a regular basis, but I enjoyed the change of pace. Sipping my beer, looking out over the old town, I heard more American voices than I had since I got off the plane.
Beer gone, it was 8 o’clock, and time to find dinner. I was hungry, it was late, and I didn’t want to take a lot of time searching for a nice place, so I ended up at the same restaurant as last night – good food, friendly staff, English menu. Why not repeat, as long as I don’t repeat any part of the meal? Instead of the stew, I went for the meatloaf with the mashed potatoes/carrots. After the meatloaf, I asked for their second-best chocolate dessert. They brought out their chocolate cake. Served with a scoop of ice cream and filled with delectable molten chocolate, it hit the sweet spot.
