adventures in brussels, pqrt 3

I went down restaurant row again today qnd confirmed the similqrity of the menus. I had lunch qt one on the corner, choosing it becquse there was no barker outside. I ordered spaghetti bolognaise. Either the Belgians reqlly love spaghetti bolognaise, or that's the only dish they know, because every restaurant serves it.

At any rqte, I sat outside under a heater. Because I had a pen in hand and a notebook in my lap, I felt somewhqt like qn aspiring novelist sitting at a sidewalk cafe in Paris, writing about the passersby.

Oh, for dessert, I went to a kiosk and got a Belgian waffle with bananas, whip cream, and Belgian chocolate sauce. I ate the whole thing, but the richness made me a little queasy.