I was checking on something over at EuropeanCuisines.com and found (via Woopra) that someone from Belgium was looking at a recipe. Hardly an unusual occurrence by itself, as EC.com is normally moderately busy and has visitors from all over the world. (I remember the time I found someone from Ulan Bator looking at Peter’s Mum’s soda bread recipe. I wound up having to show her Outer Mongolia on a map, as neither of us was absolutely sure of its exact location that early in the morning.)
Now, Woopra also shows you (if it has enough info) where in the world each visitor is surfing in from. In this case, it showed me the words “Erps-kwerps”.
What??
Yet here it is: Erps-kwerps.
What a world.

I mentioned this place in passing in a post some while back, and it really needs to have something more said about it, as there’s not nearly enough information online.
The cafe itself is a splendid den of perfectly preserved Art Nouveau: stained glass, ornamental brass, carved wood and marble-topped, iron-legged tables, with toilet facilities that are also gorgeously antique. Some of the wall hangings or tapestries are a little faded, the old mirrors a touch spotty: no one cares. The pace is leisurely. The music is — if not exactly 1890’s — also of an earlier time, more likely to be Piaf if anything else. People sit, have a coffee, drink, read their newspapers, chat, have a sandwich, gaze out the windows at the old Bourse building outside.
At quiet times, Minou appears to check the spaces underneath the tables and see if anyone’s dropped anything nice. She is not one of those in-your-face, demonstrative cats: she is willing to be friendly if you feel like paying attention to her, but otherwise entirely willing to let you be. On a cold day, she’ll jump up behind the espresso machine again to take advantage of the uninterrupted view out the window. It’s all very sedate, just a short walk away from the noise and expense and tourist-trampling of the Grand Place.