Getting in Trouble

So, we got in trouble for the first time while here in Brussels. Friday night we went out with Dennis (Christian's co-worker from L.A.) for a quick drink and salad mixe (salami & cheese) before we headed out for dinner. Christian had this great idea that we head to the Metropole, which is supposed to be a hot spot for a beer. We sit down and there are 3 of us, so we sit at a table but all the chairs are in a line; Christian just tells me to move my chair to fit so we can all sit and chat. Jokingly, I say there is probably a rule about me moving my chair (there is a rule for everything here) and Dennis and Christian laugh. Not even 1 minute later a waiter comes running over and says "No, no, no; this is not possible." I look at him in confusion and say "what?" He replies, "you are not allowed to move your chair." So I move it back in disgust.

We order a couple of beers and the waiter asked if we want Mediums. We all look at each other and agreed a medium sounds good. The waiter brings back our drink and we can't believe what we are looking at. We have these huge, I mean huge beers sitting in front of us and we all start to laugh. Christian asked if they are larges and the waiter says "No, mediums, we do not have large." Of course they don't have larges, why would they!!

Christian then proceeds to order a salad mixe; the salami and cheese plate. The waiter tells us that he has something that is similar and we would like better so we order that. As the waiter drops off our plate, we notice...there is no salami and no cheese. We have crackers with what looks to be a lot of pelican droppings on it. We have caviar, tuna salad, steak tartar, liver pate, salmon and some sort of weird shrimp mix. By this time we are half way through our drinks and we can't stop laughing. Christian digs in and says to Dennis and I that we have to eat these. Dennis and I look at each and decide we are not touching it, but Christian starts in and challenges us. So, we decide we will take what looks like to be some safe ones, which we eat with no problem. Christian then decides he is going to do a pate and I have to eat the shrimp mix; I say ok with hesitation and dig in. I about lost all of my food on the table and by that time we were all not feeling good.

The rule here...don't move chairs, can't trust mediums unless you want to be tanked and never go with what the waiter suggests without seeing it first. The waiter had the last laugh on us! He took us for a ride.

C & M