(I am back. Prague. Ah-mazing. However before normal cooking resumes, I am catching up on some old’er blogposts. Bear with me.)
The story so far
La Quincaillerie. I always wanted to go to La Quincaillerie. One of those places everyone knows, everyone either has been to or wants to go to. See and be seen. Eat there.
I finally got my wish and we went there for my birthday. (Way back when.) La Quincaillerie! The place is absolutely gorgeous. Entering the now restaurant, then hardware store (quincaillerie in French) you understand why Brussels is so famous for its Art Nouveau architecture. The long, metal oyster bar on your right taking you back to the 1900s; the giant clock; the wrought iron staircase. Simply gorgeous.
Our table – I was glad – was upstairs, on what resembles a balcony. Terrace? This gave us a full view of the restaurant. I loved seeing the waiters run, balancing giant oyster platters. Champagne being poured. Orders shouted. Every view though comes at a price: the tables and corridor/balcony/terrace are incredibly narrow so be warned. This is not leisurely or relaxed sitting.
Expectations high, we finally ordered. I went for the very promising menu bien-être. The diet menu. (Why, oh, why?) My other half ordered the set 3 course menu. As aperitif? Two glasses of Prosecco. And our dinner experience started.
Well … and here please understand just how difficult it is for me to say this, after all those expectations … the food was, well, simply bof! (for an English interpretation of the bof! The Guardian may shed some light.) Don’t get me wrong. The food was good. But only that. There was no ‘wow’, no surprise, no nothing. Just nice. Nice. After waiting for so long to eat in La Quincaillerie. If you are anything like me, well then, nice is just not enough.
But – in life as in food there is always a but – the decor absolutely takes your breath away, so we ate and admired, talked and enjoyed our dinner. Very much so. There and then I realized that just maybe, sometimes, the food is not that important. Hard to admit this when you run a food blog, but life if life, la la la la la. The company, excellent. La Quincaillerie, beautiful. In the end we weren’t there to review the restaurant, or decide if La Quincaillerie deserves any stars or not. We were there to enjoy my birthday. All at this at a Brussels restaurant / institution.
Service with a smile
Yes, very pleasantly so. Although the place does get very busy and at times there was a certain look of confusion. From both diners and staff. But a very pleasant and accurate service (a well oiled machine is my guess).
Go again? Probably. Yes, for sure actually. I would love to go back. Not for the food, as such. The restaurant however still hides Art Nouveau gems I would like to discover. I would also like to try out the oyster bar, glass of Champagne in hand, perhaps pretending it is the turn of the last century?
Our bill came to just less than 100euro, two menus, 2 glasses of Prosecco, 1 bottle of wine and 1 bottle of water.
Have you been to La Quincaillerie? Why not share your experience and opinion.
La Quincaillerie: website, Rue de Page 45, 1050 Brussels
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