Brussels is much larger than Bruges and contains tons of beer. We found our way to a few places to taste some new stuff. I really need to stop ordering beers purely because I’ve never heard of them. There are a lot of beers I’ve never heard of for good reason. St. Feuillien was just another plain Belgian pale ale, nothing remarkable. The Mort Subite claimed to be Xtreme, which is never a good sign. It was basically cheap Lindeman’s. We stumbled into a weird bar called A La Becasse that can only be entered off a creepy alley way. They made their own lambic in white and doux. The white was lemony and the doux was apple. Neither were anything to write home about, sort of watery, but they weren’t offensive at all. From there we headed to the Little Delirium Cafe and I ordered a Delirium Nocturnum. It was not what I wanted. Bobby had the Delirium Tremens, and despite the difference in color, the Tremens and Nocturnum tasted very similar. Both are light and bubbly, both have a similar medicinal smell and taste. The Nocturnum was like a melange of stout and pale ale, and not in a good way. I am sick of Belgian pale ales.