Au Vieux Spijtigen Duivel


My aunt Rosine and uncle Philippe and I are at Au Vieux Spijtigen Duivel, their stamcafé.

Because, you see, Belgium is a country of 10 million people and 25,000 cafes, all crammed into a surface area smaller than Nebraska, which means that just about every belge‘s got one or two or three cafés where somebody knows your name.

Here, they call that a stamcafé, your regular spot, the favorite hangout, the place down the street, and today, Rosine, Philippe and I savor chicken raviolis, brews, chocolate cake, and espressos ‘cuz the beauty of the stamcafé is that the food is excellent, the drinks fresh, and the company divine.

And, the cherry is that when you’re done, you just march back up the street, tuck yourself in bed, and sleep off the one hour of jet lag between London and Brussels because, don’t you know, I am pretty darn tired from a short night and even earlier morning.


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