Spare a thought for the 'Monster and its parasitic chums around the EU village in Brussels.

The brown-bag lunch options are few and far between. There's a handful of traditional Belgian sandwicheries, if you like a smear of raw meat in your baguette.

Or for something ostensibly more classy, there's Exki, or Exki, or the other Exki, or the two Exki-clone branches of Pulp.

And the substantial premium on their sandwiches appears to to be in direct proportion to the fashionable toughness of their bread.

Having just broken a tooth on one of these offending door-stops, BM popped round the back of the lunchplace in question, to take this quick oil-painting of their bread-testing room:



  1. Anonymous // 3:55 PM  

    since stopping regualr travel to Brussels I have missed Pulp. My teeth have not. And from having David Coulthardesque cheek mussels, I now look like Chirac around the jowls.