"Brussels AKA Fake France!" a Brussels Travel Page by LolaSanFrancisco

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Yes, this is Brussels

Suck

Before I left for this Europe trip I told a pal of mine I was going to spend a weekend in Brussels. And the weirdest thing happened: he turned inside out and started spitting cuss words that would make a whore blush blue. I guess what he was trying to say is that the Belgium folks suck, and that they are “nothing but fake French people”. And with that he firmly told me I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life.

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What-EVER!

What-EVER! I had to spend at least one night there in order to catch my American Airlines flight back home. (I bought my air/hotel/tours/travel card/transfers all with American Airline Vacations so I had to fly out of Brussels because that’s a hub of theirs) So I smoked the last of the pot in Amsterdam, called a cab to the train station (not at all necessary, but I was too stoned and sick to lug it the 5 blocks to the tram). Off I went to Brussels first class ticket all the way. Weeeeee.

When I got closer to the city of Brussels it got uglier and uglier. And when I got off the train and realized I was far away from the city center I realized I had to take a cab. And it wasn’t cheap either.

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This is the only pretty spot.

And I’ll be damned… they didn’t offer any in room.

The city had a look of being messy, and unkempt, unloved and dirty. I hated it right off the bat. Damn, I thought, now what? I walk to the Square, where 10,000 people were crammed in. And just turned tail and went back to my hotel, the Bedford Hotel to watch porn. And I’ll be damned… they didn’t offer any in room porn. Now I know what he meant by fake France, because you know they have porn EVERYWHERE in France. Drat. This hotel was 3 stars and cheep. Like $70 or so. But it lacked porn on the TV, a mini bar, and any luster I look for in a hotel. It was 3 blocks from the main square. The area around it was uninspiring and lacked anything fun to do. Forget shopping, cocktailing. This hotel has about as much charm as a rundown Embassy Suites Fresno.

Beating a dead horse....

I know I'm just pissing fire about this town, but try not to stay the night here. Just go to Brugge and be done with it. Thank god I was given a tip to go to Brugge. It was just about a half hour train ride away, and just as cute and cool as can be. I spent the whole day there and wished I had stayed the night. But because I had already paid for the *** hole hotel in Brussels I was committed. This place was so awesome I did a whole write up on it.
http://www.brugge.be/toerisme/en/

Don't get too excited folks, it's not France

I was told of a "fancy" restaurant that was around the corner from me. When I arrived, I ordered a steak well done. It came raw. I sent it back. It came raw. I sent it back. It came raw with some burnt stuff on it. I sent it back. It came back even more burnt. I ate it, grrrr. Again, what is the deal with this place? Bread and cheese, bread and cheese.