I didn’t eat much yesterday—just the 530PM Brussels Grill steak all day?

I didn’t eat much yesterday—just the 530PM Brussels Grill steak all day? Well, if I’m only permitted to stay in my room till 2PM, let me go back upstairs and enjoy its comfort for every minute until then. Time to depart the Hotel Max lounge. When I’ve finished my second beer. When I sat down for my Brussels Grill steak last night I thought I’m going to have this steak then go over the road and take a Domino’s Pizza back to the hotel with me. Well, long before I even finished the steak I was struggling. So I will try to avoid it today—don’t want to be in that state and having to come back to the hotel and start the long journey home like that.bruxelles (92)
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Well it’s finally 538 when I get back to Brussels Grill (Rogier). Gutted that Brussels Grill Brouckère was closed!

Well, it’s finally 538 when I get back to Brussels Grill (Rogier). Gutted that Brussels Grill Brouckère was closed! Tuesday? What the hell? I was so looking forward to the Brouckère one.bruxelles (90)bruxelles (91)

Going to Brussels Grill for my customarily gorgeous steak (though the salad disappointed me, just a massive pile of bland lettuce leaves) BEFORE Fifth Avenue was a success

Going to Brussels Grill for my customarily gorgeous steak (though the salad disappointed me, just a massive pile of bland lettuce leaves) BEFORE Fifth Avenue was a success—it meant I could drink and drink as much as I liked in Fifth without being desperate to get away to eat. Inna was there looking as sexy as ever, and Emily again in TINY little red cardigan top which left all her midriff bare, tiny denim shorts over black patterned stockings. Very very affecting. Especially when she sat in the chair facing me a few feet away with her knees drawn up to her chest, giving me an unbelievably tempting view of her groin area. Again, though, she left just after 4 o’clock and temptation was once more withdrawn. Apart that the blonde Perrie Edwards girl came in; like slim Emily even she has put on a LITTLE bit of weight, to make her slightly more tempting, but still not enough I think. And that was really it. After Fifth I returned briefly to Cine Paris then had a McDonald’s before bed and my McDonald’s receipt has a time of 545PM which suggests I left Fifth around 5, again far too early on a Saturday afternoon to stand much chance of seeing any big hitters who probably don’t turn up till 7 or 8. I had a feeling I caught a glimpse of Leyla arriving at the back, but she then kept out of sight avoiding me, no doubt. I do not blame her. I would avoid myself if I could. So that was it. I woke five past midnight, tried to force myself out to Empire but my body just would not move so that was my Saturday over and done with.

252 In my seat in Brussels Grill. 1502 still waiting for the food but two lovely pieces of bread & butter have made the wait perfectly enjoyable

252 In my seat in Brussels Grill. 1502 still waiting for the food, but two lovely pieces of bread & butter have made the wait perfectly enjoyable. Really, Brussels Grill is SUCH a nice restaurant. I really cannot say a bad word about it, or its staff. Beautiful food, and compared to London restaurant prices, RIDICULOUSLY cheap (even with the Brexit-reduced exchange rate). After a little session in Cine Paris (two better films than yesterday) I made the effort to go all the way to other end of Rue d’Aerschot and back. One in La Derniere Minute (should have gone in the Dream Bar opposite as the pink jumper barmaid looked astoundingly gorgeous) then back here to Brussels Grill. I honestly don’t think I’m going to do anything with a Rue d’Aerschot window girl again—they are beautiful, yes; if these girls worked in Fifth Avenue I would be bankrupt in a week, but here, in this environment, I just am never in the mood. Always just wanting to get back to the plush, warm environment of Fifth (coming to Brussels Grill BEFORE Fifth is actually good—as it makes it easier to have a steak, then afterwards also have a Domino’s Pizza. I am sure I will).bruxelles (13)

Something I’ve not remarked upon (at all or enough) is how Brussels Grill give you COMPLIMENTARY bread & butter while waiting for your steak

Something I’ve not remarked upon (at all or enough) is how Brussels Grill give you COMPLIMENTARY bread & butter while waiting for your steak. Massively appreciated, and makes a massive difference in my choice of where to eat after a day of customarily “cultural” activities. Who knows when I will be back in Brussels Grill again. In Fifth Avenue today I had NO DESIRE for sex. At all. Just thinking about food. I get food at home, so why travel? A troubling question, which comes into greater focus now than it has ever done. Five nights in Brussels—no sex at all. Scarcely any desire for it either. I have started asking for my steak “medium” rather than “well done”, only to get it delivered to me faster. 1815.

And then Leyla turned up

And then Leyla turned up. First drink in Fifth Avenue, turned to sit down, and there was Leyla. So, everything changed. Could not go home as planned. Brussels Grill steak, back to hotel, for 2 more nights. And another, hideously expensive Eurostar. If only, if only, if only I’d known she’d be there, I wouldn’t have drunk so much in the hotel, and would have got there sooner. Now, too late. My steak is taking longer than ever. The restaurant is 75% empty. I am sure it shouldn’t be taking this long. 530 now. So drunk. So hungry. Still I wait for my steak. This is not right. Never waited this long before, and usually the place is busy. It is counter-intuitive but often true—the emptier the restaurant, the slower the service.

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