When I arrived in Brussels, I’d been traveling for 16 hours from New Mexico to Atlanta to Brussels. I was sweaty, achy and tired. However my room was not ready. Of course, hostels have late check in times to let people sleep in after a hard night out. So I was forced to sightsee. I walked around for an hour and a half. I slept on a couch then went for another two hours. I was so tired I was delusional. Finally at 2:30PM they let me check in early. So my impression of Brussels was largely influenced by my exhaustion.
I was underwhelmed by the few attractions that I saw. The architecture is not comparable to other places in Europe. The fact that they brag about a tiny statue of a boy peeing says it all. The beer I drank was subpar and the food I ate was mediocre. Many buildings including the Catherine Cathedral looked run down. Even an Irish man that lives in Antwerp, Belgium said he didn’t find it that interesting as a tourist destination.
I went into a restaurant. I told the waiter, “I don’t speak French but is this a caprese?”
He responds, “It’s completely different, it’s tomatoes and mozzarella grilled.”
Okay buddy that’s like one ingredient less than a caprese so using the word “completely” and gesturing with your arms is overdramatic.
“I’m vegetarian I’m just want something small to eat.” I say slightly annoyed.
“You came to the wrong place.” He says giving me a disgusted look. “I’ll get you the goat cheese salad without bacon.”
“Okay.” I said not having any choice in the matter. The salad had weird sage on everything and pumpkin bread used as croutons. It was not good but I ate it and went to sleep.
Then I asked the receptionist if my train ticket was valid at all stations. She says, “Of course, that’s so easy.” She acted like I was complete idiot but I’m traveling alone and I don’t want to miss my train! Or go to a train station that doesn’t work!
Next, I asked what my dorm mates were doing for dinner. They made it clear I was not invited. Usually in hostels people are welcoming but at the end of the night I was playing Hungry Shark and sadly drinking a beer at the bar alone. No one even attempted to talk to me. I thought Belgium people were nice! Oh well! I had my beer and took my photos. I won’t be aiming to return Brussels anytime soon. But here are some photos that I managed to take.