Westvleteren almost acquired!


After a mere 17 calls, I finally secured two crates of cherished Westvleteren beer for pick up next week.

For folks back home, Westvleteren is a notoriously hard beer to acquire, sold only from the brewery and limited to two crates per car, per 60 days.

The two crates can only be ordered, usually two weeks before hand, by calling the brewery “beer hotline” between 930 and 12.

This beer hotline appears to be a solitary cheery chap, gladly taking his orders in glorious West Flemish.

Today, is a good day!

Dan Deacon


Of all the gigs I’ve been to here in Brussels, it’s very rare to see a crowd clap, let alone cheer and dance for a good two hours.

Dan Deacon brought the best out of his tribe of Belgians tonight, to the point that he even managed to rummage up synchronised dancing and… wait for it… singing (!) from his loyal troop.

Moral of this story? Dan Deacon can make even the undanciest if the dancer break out in sweet. Tonight was a night of celebration, though I’m still not sure of what.

Get your bass face on!

Robot Burgers


On the ever continuing mission to fool myself into thinking burgers can exist no matter how far one is from New York, I ventured out to De Robot, one of the rising stars in the (novel to Belgium) bars with food, to sample their locally heralded cheese burger.

The bun was your stock standard Belgian roll, hard and crunchy but nevertheless useful at withstanding the epic (and perfectly cooked) patty within.

Nice slice of melted cheese and gloriously buttery onion, with salad on the side.

Odd choice of crisps in place of the norm-Flemish Fries, but overall everything felt as it should be.

If In-and-Out burger were a thousand kilometres closer I wouldn’t think twice about Robot’s burger again, but as this is indeed the wrong side of the Atlantic (and now also the wrong side of the channel – see Admiral Codrington in London for some truly inspiring buns) I must say that I will be back!

If anything the bar is warm and delightful with just enough delicious beers to wash down even the bluest of blues- this could very well be the new default of choice here in sunny Ghent.

Big Nuts! Australia likes your rich velvety feel

In April (yes! April) I took a bag of my Flemish Grandmothers’ favourite chocolates from Belgium to Australia and asked all of my former folk to tell me how much they loved them. Turns out my Big Nuts were quite impressive.

Some choice quotes:

“My life had a gaping hole in it until Chris slipped in his Big Nuts”

“My wife really gets it off on my Big Nuts”

“When it comes to that special treat, nothing beats that rich velvety feel of my Big Nuts”

“Thanks for giving Chris some Big Nuts to bring back to Australia! We generally have just regular sized nuts here, so thanks very much!”

“Citycat riders choose Big Nuts”

“It’s not often in Australia I’m handed a pair of Big Nuts”

World of Chocolate, I hope you’re taking notes. Try and keep up.