Experiencing the sinking realisation as we prepared to settle our dinner tab in Halle, Belgium, the waiter’s words hit us: “We only take cash.” Brett and I exchanged a glance, both armed only with cards, a moment of panic ensued…

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My dear friend Brett and I were on a road trip from The Netherlands through the northern parts of Belgium. It’s a fascinating area filled with such history! We stopped for the night in a village named Halle, just outside of Brussels. When hunger strikes, we we headed into the village (where not much was happening) and find an open pizzeria – Casa Di Mio.

Despite the exterior’s neglect—tattered awnings, dim lighting, and a faded coat of paint since its 2002 opening—the true gem lies within… The interior represents a Greek Taverna and is painted in baby blue hues, it’s a bit ugly but also kind of kitsch as well. The culinary treasures served belie the lacklustre façade and theatre like interior, offering a feast for the senses that transcends the dilapidated restaurant. It’s a testament to not judging a book by its cover, or in this case, a restaurant by its looks.

We opt to share two dishes, the Escalope met Citroen / au Citron and the Neapolitana pizza. The Escalope met Citroen / au Citron is basically veal scaloppini in a white wine and lemon sauce, while the Neapolitana is also simplistic with using only mozzarella, anchovies, capers and olives.

The piping hot Neapolitan pizza emerged from the wood-fired oven. Each bite offered a burst of flavour, the toppings a ‘symphony of deliciousness’, Brett exclaimed. The briny tang of capers and anchovies elevated the experience, adding a delightful saltiness that complemented the savoury richness of the saucy base.

Indulging in the exquisite flavours of veal scallopini with zesty lemon, I savour each bite infused with fragrant herbs. A symphony of taste dances on my palate, harmonising tender veal with tangy citrus notes. Culinary bliss in every mouthful, a masterpiece that delights the senses. I’ll tell you what is also really good, dipping those fries in to the herbacious-lemony-garlic sauce.

After finishing the meal and whipping out our cards confidently, we’re met with the bombshell: “cash only.” Panic ensues as we realise neither of us has cash, and Brett’s phone is on life support. The waitress, an unexpected hero, offers to guide Brett to the nearest ATM. Left alone, I exchange awkward glances with the other couple, hoping for a swift return and a resolution to our cash calamity.

Thankfully after a nervous 20 minutes, in the silent restaurant where you could hear a pin drop, Brett returned. The experience with Belgian fare and hospitality was memorable and enjoyable, with moments of humour sprinkled in. Exploring local cuisine and immersing oneself in the culture can often lead to amusing anecdotes and delightful surprises. It’s wonderful when travel experiences leave us with both great memories and a smile on our faces!

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