Along with the trains, other things continue to barely function here in Antwerp. We went to Het Elfde Gebod tonight (pictured below), in order to satisfy our moules/frites craving, except: they weren't serving mussels this evening. Our waiter said that today's delivery had "a wrong smell". Perhaps they missed their train, the mussels?
Yes, that is a picture of a giant cactus-balled penis on top of all of the religious icons.
Mara ended up having a really good "everzwijn in rode wijn with Luikse peer en brioche van girolles"...something like "wild boar in red wine with stewed pear and a mushroom brioche"? Really unexpectedly delicious, I would happily eat this again this moment.
I myself ordered rabbit stewed with prunes and apricots, cooked "Grandma-style", which should mean something advisory to me. In short, it was way less interesting than Mara's swine. Thanks for nothing Grandma.
But still, a fun kitschy atmosphere, great beers, and pleasantly somehow retro-style service made everthang OK. Thank goodness we had enough cash b/c their PIN machine wasn't working: apparently there's some kind of city-wide ATM problem.
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