1st day
After in brugge, my co explorer (Bing L) and I were in the mood for a light snack before heading on to see the sights. We went to a bassive on 1st place called, With no irony am sure, the first place brasserie, I ordered the croc Monsieur and chips & I have to say this was the worst sandwich i have ever had in my life and overpriced for a little more than an undercooked cheese sandwich, the service was as appealing as my sandwich was tasty
The so called waiter,must of not only got out on the wrong side of the bed, but also fallen out, ripped his clothes for the day, gone downstairs to find the milk man enjoying a Dutch rudder with his wife and then to go to walk (as a f***ing waiter !!! It's a student job grow up) to be told by the chief if he gets one more order for croc Monsieur, he is going to re paint his kitchen walls in hint of waiters head.
1*
After our disappointing lunch we headed of to look at what Brugge had to offer, first up was the basilica of the holy blood, very impressive only €1 bargain!! The basilica is supposed to house a vile of the blood of Christ.
3*
After some-waking around some more of Brugge, I am happy to report that lovers of cobbled roads and canoes will be thrilled with what Brugge has to offer, it is easy to forget you are in the 21st century and that you are really in a medieval city, the locals have even gone so far as to rearrange their faces to one more fitting that of a peasant,
After mocking to locals for an hour or so ( you really can't mock peasants for long enough) we had built up a hole for Some dinner.
We found a small watering hole called De verbeelding on oude burg stv
I had pasta & scimpi (which I later found out was not scimpi but prawns) with garlic bread, my co explorer and I stayed a bottle of wine which was of a very high quality for the price. Yet still we were met with very low service, not even a smile, Bing L, had stated that maybe England had committed some great crime to the people of Brugge once upon a time, I told Bing, L this could not be the case, as we English are well known for getting on with our european cousins, apart from the hated French who take great joy in hiding our car keys when we sleep.
3* would of been higher, but for poor service
After the meal we headed back to our tower of desire to plan out next days adventure into this dark and unhelpful land.