What can I say?
Restaurant Quatre mains saved my evening, my day, my year, maybe my life!
Imagine, you take your date, the love of your life, out for a romantic meal to celebrate her birthday, and you are thrown out of the restaurant where you had made a reservation because you showed up a little late! That’s what happened to us and even if it’s Pomperlut’s loss in the end, it did put me in a dire spot momentarily. But by Jove, if you can’t find a decent restaurant in Bruges without prior reservation then something is wrong with Bruges. I offered her a sure winner: the famous Tanuki, a great Japanese restaurant! I knew it would hurt my wallet, but hey, it’s her birthday after all. Las, she was sulking, No go Tanuki-san. Alright, I thought, no panic, let’s just ride our bike and we’ll run into something. Off we went, leaving the beautiful Astrid Park behind us we headed for the grand place. And, sure thing, arriving in the Philipstockstraat we hit one restaurant after the other, each looking inviting but all of them pretty packed. We first tried ” Le petit Grand” Completely sold out but for a few tables on the backyard terrace. We took our chance but quickly regretted it. Nothing wrong with the table, nor with the very friendly waitress, but I could not see us stomach two hours of loud conversation coming from our Dutch neighbors. (especially not when the conversation is about soccer and larded with pretty foul language (“I,m no racist but why must there be so many negroes in these teams!” Say what!?)
A quick dash down the same street we found our safe haven for the night. “Quatre Mains” Just the helping hand we were looking for. “Lunch-Tapas-Wine-Dine” and yes, a table for two, no problemo, follow me’Sir.
Just what we needed. a quiet table, comfortably tucked against a soft green brick wall that radiated the warmth it had accumulated throughout the sunladen day.
This place, we were to find out, offered everything we had looked for in ‘Pomperlut’, (quality food; the tapas -among which we loved the gambas in sweet cury – the main dish; codfish with risoto and yellow fin tuna steak – yes, I told her she should feel guilty- all prepared to perfection) and on top, they offered us what we were refused at Pomperlut; a smile, some respect, a friendly face.
I said it before and I say it again: Eating out is a holistic experience that starts and ends at the door. Hands up for Quatre mains, No cigar for Pomperlut.