Ok, so everyone knows about the Belgian waffle. I can attest to their goodness…and the fact that a waffle in Belgium is very different from one in the U.S. The most notable difference is that in Belgium, they are made with yeast, and rather than some kind of faux strawberry topping and non-dairy (gnarly) “whipped cream,” the waffles are left nearly naked — simply sprinkled with a bit of powdered sugar. But I digress. Let’s get on to the crêpes. Yes, go have the waffle…it’s kind of a “must do” when in Belgium. But then head to the Bar Du Matin for their Sunday Brunch in which they celebrate the crêpe. I recommend the “Barry White” (powdered sugar) or the “James Brown” (brown sugar). But if you’re after something savory, there is the “Fellini” (tomatoes, fresh basil, olive oil, and mozzarella) or the “Clint Eastwood” (ham & cheese). Whatever you fancy, the Sunday “Festival de Crêpes” will soothe your soul…as will the mimosa that accompanies them.
But there’s more to Bar Du Matin than the crêpes. Each Tuesday night, there is what we in the U.S. would call a “drinking game”…but this is a version that is more reminiscent of Mrs. Robinson than Bluto, and is based on the theme of a specific cocktail. And then there is the music scene, which is fab & ecclectic. On Thursdays, there’s live music…from reggae to soul to jazz to hip-hop to pyschic blues to funk…whatever your flavor, you’ll find it here. And on Fridays & Saturdays, dance the night away (à la Leo Sayer) to rockin’ dj sets. And then finally, we get back round to those Sunday crêpes…just what you need after a boozy Saturday night!