The bar across from the lil pisser. We showed up fashionably early. Aka first folks in the bar. So we were able to secure a spot to watch the folks taking pictures and gawking at the "manneken pis. Perfect perch. Me not too fond of the beer choices, Number 1 son got me a Duvel that was yeasty. So I switched to Bel PIs. Mulled wine for Pooja our tour guide. Son got a flight of stuff. One tasted like mulberry turpentine. Yuck! Nasty!
This is where Pooja told us the story of the lil pisser. Pooja is an alumni of sister who also went to OWU with #1. Bae just happened to see her FB check in also in Brussels and told us to ping her.
So upon arrival in Brussels we met at a bistro then walked here.
Ah MZ could use this as a story of why FB is important, bringing friends from the entire globe together. Shrinking the world for good. bah humbug!
The place quickly started filling up as apparently nothing happens until 11 am.
The sole bar keep bored initially was kept on his toes as patrons soon started get beer in multiple doses.
This is a place to drink not eat and boy was there serious drinking going on! A family with two kids met another family with one. The folks with two about 7-8 years old boys quickly and completely passed out at a table. Not from drinking mind you. Our guess was this was the best alternative to watching mum and dad get lite. Which wasn't a new thing. So like regulars without the indulgences many Americans give their kids (iPhones or iPads) simply took a deep nap!
After a few, dad gets up stumbling, turns around and is amused the kids are literally asleep at the table. Coats on hood on heads, and heads on hands planted firmly on the table. He tries to snap a photo of his sleeping kids but his equilibrium was askew. So he handed the Samsung to his also inebriated wife.
She dropped the phone on the table with a resounding thud! Nope those kids didn't budge. Now mum n dad had a concerned look on their faces. And each picked a kid and shook them to make sure they were alive.
The kids, pissed off at the rood awakening, mumble and struggled to escape their clutches. Satisfied the kids were alive and apparently not interested in any beverages or snacks, dad saunters to the bar to order the next round.
Meantime the single kid, a girl, sits next to her mum on a bar stool dressed in onesy pajamas with pink elephants.
She is happy to get all the adult attention, letting those sleeping boys lie. She asks for and receives an orange soda.
Ok back to drinking on a rainy lazy Sunday in central Brussels. The whole scene, a slice of life. read more