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You can repeat the past, from croquet to coquetry. Sort of. Fresh from a party across two private rooms in The Garrick Club, London, dining with more titles than a Daunt bookshelf, Lavender’s Blue are off on the next Eurostar to Brussels. After some muscles, time for some mussels (later there will be some truffles). Shock, horror, the longstanding brasserie Scheltema, which we last visited in February 2013, is now history except for its first floor façade sign. Fortunately in December 2023, Bouillon Bruxelles opened in Scheltema’s airspace. Chef de Cuisine, Alexandre Masson, tells the tale,
“Born around 1850 in the heart of Paris in Les Halles district, the concept of Bouillons, created by Baptiste-Adolphe Duval, offered revitalising and quality cuisine. This project encountered a great success with numerous establishments in Paris and throughout the entire country. The Bouillons were renowned for their efficient management and iconic locations. Inspired by the Parisian concept, Bouillon Brussels, the first of its kind in Belgium, naturally established itself in the heart of the Ilôt Sacré, an historic district also known as the ‘Belly of the City’. Bouillon Bruxelles thus perpetuates the rich culinary heritage of Belgium’s poplar cuisine.”
Lavender’s Blue are in a rush (always) so it’s all about the entrées this afternoon. For frois, sardines a l’huite d’olive dans la boite (€9.90) and for chaud ravioles de langoustines (€12.20). A carafe of Côtes de Cascogne Marines 2023 (€10.80) pleasantly hints at deflation. The sinewy Art Nouveau décor has been given a lick of paint and a spray of polish so is still comfortingly familiar. So is the food. Déjà vu, déjà mangé. Chef Francisco strikes a pose by the shellfish. Then it’s a dash to spend cash in Les Galeries Royales Saint Hubert. Still such fun.
Back in time to Scheltema. While the horses for (main) courses saga runs amok across Britain (Shergar has turned up served on a plate), Lavender’s Blue decided it was time to cross the channel to brunch in equestrian mad Brussels. This may sound like the best idea since Patty Hearst thought she’d call by a San Fran bank armed with a semiautomatic, but bear with. Destination known: Scheltema, a seafood brasserie. In the lexicon of dining spaces, this is the Belgian capital’s written answer to London’s J Sheekey. Every cloud, and all that.
Understated frontage along Rue des Dominicains, a five minute stroll from Grand Place, belies its pedigree, the silver lining. More Art Nouveau than nouveau riche, Scheltema has been a favoured dining spot of the Almanach de Gotha and the like for the last 30 years. La Belle Époque never ended – it’s forever la Fin de la Siècle in this discreet part of Ilôt Sacré.
Beyond the awnings, the interior is an indulgence of rich wooden panelling, brass railings, leather seating and rows of green shaded hanging lamps reflected in oval mirrors. At the rear of the restaurant, Thierry and Christian, the ebullient Chefs, create a buzz in the open kitchen overlooked by diners. The service is equally energetic and fun.
The menu combines classic dishes with dancingly delicate dashes of individuality. Highlights include shrimp croquettes with fried parsley (€14); pan sautéed scampi with garlic (€20); and crisp Nobashi shrimps, sesame oil and butter (€19). Washed down with pinot gris Ma der d’Alsace, 2011 (€32). Coffee is served with a box of Biscuits Belges Artisanaux.
Place du Grand Salon, on the far side of Grand Place, provides the perfect setting for an early afternoon walk. At the weekend, stripy antiques stalls spring up under the watchful gothic grandeur of Église Notre-Dame de la Chapelle. Further uphill is its little town planning sibling, Place du Petit Sablon. Narrow streets climb past a wedge shaped garden, statuary framed against a verdant backdrop, up to the neoclassical façade of Palais d’Egmont. Once the seat of the Princes of Arenberg, it now houses the Belgian Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Such fun.
