Started off in Ste Catherine and shared a plate o'tapas. Then browsed the shops on Dansaert. Stopped to watch the Ghana-Australia game and share a large bottle of ketchup (seriously, the bottle barely fit on the table... noted you are on to our being Americans and this is what you think we want... but no thanks).
Then we walked down Louise back to Chatelain, watched the Denmark-Cameroon game (viva la colorblock!), and finally hit the Place des Palais for a tripped out Grandmaster Flash show. (And let's not forget DJ Demo, struggling to keep himself on the big screen and, well, just to be relevant.) As bizarro as it was (he was spinning Top 40 hits, basically... and there was no rapping besides his constant demand of the crowd to "Get your hands up!"), it was really enjoyable... if only to see how Grandmaster Flash had tailored his show to play the EU market... and for the really bad dancing. Oh, the dancing!
BUT... the most meaningful thing for me was that we got a little closer to understanding the phenomenon that is a Bicky burger. I have been meaning to do a post about Bicky burgers. Now, I do believe there is a chain called "Bicky Burger," but Bicky burgers also appear generically all over Brussels, popping up at falafel shops, mostly. I told Keegan and B how I'd seen them all over town, but wasn't quite sure what they are. (Because the wikipedia entry for Bicky burger is in Dutch. Thanks for nothin'.)
The guys decided to try to the Bickies, no big deal like. The crispy grey-ish burgers (don't YOU wanna try a Bicky now?) were prepared with two kinds of sauces (a yellow and a red... but not mustard and ketchup... they were more like curry sauces), pickles, and crispy fried onions (nice touch). Keegan noted that the meat (now we were sure it was some sort of meat, when going in we were prepared for a veggie/falafel type patty) had a sausage-like flavor. So we asked some of the kids working the Bicky burger cart what exactly type of meat it was. The first said, "beef"... but then another rolled over and did what looked like a bad-wedding-reception-style duck dance to explain that it was chicken. Either way, it was unsatisfactory (read: yucky) and we were kinda skeeved out by the Bickies. But we did it! We tried Bicky!
Last night, I dug a little deeper, however (translating the wikipedia page, etc.... ha) and found that the one thing that makes a Bicky burger a Bicky burger is that the meat (whatever it is) is deep fried. That's right, they just drop them patties right in the deep frier. But still, they could be horse meat. Just deep fried.
