Comments on: Belgium Defined (Source Unknown) http://culturesmarttravel.com/archives/25 A web site where cultural insights and cross-cultural understanding are shared and exchanged. Sun, 06 Jul 2008 02:35:54 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0.2 by: b8fish http://culturesmarttravel.com/archives/25#comment-17 Sun, 07 Jan 2007 04:17:37 +0000 http://culturesmarttravel.com/archives/25#comment-17 In the mid-1970's I spent 3 months "on assignment", from my home in London, in Brussels with ITT and liked the place so much I started looking for a permanent job there. It was not to be. I ended up in the the US and do not regret that - especially now that Belgian beer is available on the supermarket shelves:) I remember my local watering hole was a small brasserie right next to the Mannekin Pis, just off the Grande Place. I played dice and dined finely there then. I introduced my daughter and son-in-law to the wonders of Belgian beer a few years ago, and then we all took a trip to London, with 2-day excursion to Brussels made possible by the Channel Tunnel. We found, as my daughter called it, "beer ground-zero" as we quaffed draught Lambic at <a href="http://www.alamortsubite.com/" rel="nofollow">La Mort Subite</a>. My wife, Sallie, an aleurophile, was also captivated by the pub cat, Choupetit, a nondescript brown tabby. We also enjoyed visiting the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victor_Horta" rel="nofollow">Musee Victor Horta</a> and seeing some of his original inspirations leading the Art Nouveau movement In the mid-1970’s I spent 3 months “on assignment”, from my home in London, in Brussels with ITT and liked the place so much I started looking for a permanent job there. It was not to be. I ended up in the the US and do not regret that - especially now that Belgian beer is available on the supermarket shelves:) I remember my local watering hole was a small brasserie right next to the Mannekin Pis, just off the Grande Place. I played dice and dined finely there then.

I introduced my daughter and son-in-law to the wonders of Belgian beer a few years ago, and then we all took a trip to London, with 2-day excursion to Brussels made possible by the Channel Tunnel. We found, as my daughter called it, “beer ground-zero” as we quaffed draught Lambic at La Mort Subite. My wife, Sallie, an aleurophile, was also captivated by the pub cat, Choupetit, a nondescript brown tabby.

We also enjoyed visiting the Musee Victor Horta and seeing some of his original inspirations leading the Art Nouveau movement

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