Thank god one of my cards worked at least. That means the 55 euros in my pocket can all be for beer & food

Thank god, one of my cards worked at least. That means the 55 euros in my pocket can all be for beer & food. Why is it that McDonald’s in Europe are SO much more tasty than ours in London? Royal Cheese is SO tasty. And restaurants in Europe are SO cheap compared to London. Brussels Grill steak, fries & little bit of salad (enough) plus 2 sauces last night (mayonnaise AND Garlic, complimentary as my choice of Bearnaise wasn’t available) all for 15,90?! Even with disastrous exchange rates post-Brexit that is still no more than £13! In London that would cost you £25-30 at least. This, too, is why I travel.
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Oh the Brussels Grill steak last night was gorgeous

Oh the Brussels Grill steak last night was gorgeous. Following the ruinous new management in the Berlin Plaza bar & the loss of the old gorgeous Knesepfanne, and the ruinous new management in Munich’s Rechthaler Hof (and much earlier closure of Lamm’s), it only has Vienna’s Café Westend for competition in the steak stakes, as it were. OK, let me try to charge tonight’s room to one of my cards. Fingers crossed, eyes closed.

313 In Brussels Grill. Rumsteak & small beer. 319 still waiting

313 In Brussels Grill. Rumsteak & small beer. 319 still waiting. Apparently this Sunday the Cine Paris has a live girl performing, so I will head back to have a look at her. So hungry now. 330. Still waiting my steak. It is busy, I must say, getting busier by the minute. OK 1532 the table that ordered food after me just had their 2 dishes delivered.

So this curiously sexless sojourn in Brussels nears its end. Not feeling in the mood for anything naughty at any point

So this curiously sexless sojourn in Brussels nears its end. Not feeling in the mood for anything naughty at any point. Maybe too anaesthetised with lovely ice cold watery Jupiler beer; maybe too many things to do back at home making me anxious to be back and get on with them; I don’t know. A brief stop in Cine Paris, then up to Rue d’Aerschot—Mariana the pick of the windows again. Her bosoms are extraordinary. But even with her I did not feel at all tempted to stay. A Brussels Grill Steak then back to bed. 8pm now, and I try to prepare to go out again.

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Gorgeous steak completely knocked me out. Five days of drinking had caught up with me and the steak just put the top hat on it

Gorgeous steak completely knocked me out. Five days of drinking had caught up with me and the steak just put the top hat on it. Numb, like a zombie, I slowly plodded up to Rue d’Aerschot just to see Mariana one last time, as the last thing I did on this holiday. Just to SEE her; no way I could do anything with her. But getting there at 530 I found every single window empty. I know it is near change of shift time but I didn’t expect the windows to be left empty. So a complete waste of time. I had one beer in Fiesta Café and walked back; they were still empty.

So yes I went to Cine Paris and felt nothing. Went to Jimmy and Fifth Avenue and felt nothing

So, yes, I went to Cine Paris, and felt nothing. Went to Jimmy, and Fifth Avenue, and felt nothing. So, rather than flog this dead horse even further, I came straight to Brussels Grill. Maybe I will go on to Rue d’Aerschot afterwards; I doubt it. The horse has bolted. No point locking the stable doors now, my cow. My Eros has gone, sodden, like a drowned rat. Nothing left. Still early, 430pm, though, Friday night. If even Cine Paris and Fifth Avenue do not arouse me, then what chance do I have? I am mentally dead, subdued; as I say, sodden. Nothing can spark when it is so flooded, flooded with 5 solid days of booze. Even before the steak arrives, I am thinking about another Domino’s Pizza. Or a burger in the bar next to my hotel. 1659 This has been an UNUSUALLY long wait for my steak. Because I tried to order before I even sat down? No, she said, you must sit down first. Did she deliberately delay my food because of that?

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