What I have to show for myself from Brussels — part 1

So, to be com­pletely hon­est, for some rea­son for another, I don’t have a whole lot of pic­tures from my stay in Brus­sels. I can tell you, how­ever, that I did eat really well. So this will be a nice lit­tle test to see how much of it I can actu­ally recall, no thanks to the copi­ous amounts of alco­hol, but also since I don’t have much pho­to­graphic evi­dence to jog my memory.

Like the lit­tle West African cafe, L’horloge du Sud where I’m pretty sure I ate Sene­galese cui­sine for the first time. There was the poulet in a bright cit­rus sauce, not unlike a Cuban mojo, except with a round tart­ness and not so sweet. I’d go back for the piri piri-like chili oil that I couldn’t stop eat­ing, despite cough­ing from its airy, yet intense heat that shot to the back of the throat. It brought tears to my eyes.

Then there was the red wine-braised veal short ribs I made as a thank you for my gra­cious host. Went on a lit­tle adven­ture to a fan­tas­tic butcher called Jack O’Shea to track down these beau­ti­ful short ribs. It was rain­ing. I got lost. Cabs were taken. [Read more…]

Damn, Amsterdam! Random bites…

It has taken me some time to digest my recent leg of Techno Tour 2012, and as such, I’ve finally fig­ured out how to pro­ceed with both the food and the techno that I’ve con­sumed the past three weeks or so.

My first stop of my tri­umphant return to Europe was none other than the Nether­lands for Ams­ter­dam Dance Event.

But as it is in this lifestyle, food usu­ally comes before (and rarely after) the techno, so here’s a few bites that I man­aged to choke down.

As soon as I set­tled into my great apart­ment over­look­ing the IJ bay (Thanks AirBNB! ), I hit up the gro­cery store for pro­vi­sions. One of my favorite things about gro­cery stores in Europe? The sheer mad­ness of their cheese sections.


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