Ever wondered what it would be like to slowly trundle through the messy streets of Brussels on a white tram whilst bow-tied waitors bring you champagne and delicacies? Look no further. This niche interest has gained quite a following through the Tram Experience, where a tram in Brussels has been decked out with fancy white leather, Michelin-starred chefs and its own timetable.
It’s pricey, but a perfect and weird excursion if you want to treat yourself. The food is beautiful and exquisite, if perhaps not quite as excellent as I’m sure it would be in the home restaurant of Michelin-starred chefs Luigi Ciciriello and Bart De Pooter. The wine pairing is nice, and you are offered generous glasses of champagne as soon as the tram starts its rickety ride from Palais de Justice. Upon departure, our table was set with three tasty hors d’oeuvres and amusing, hard bread balls on sticks, attached to a slab of stone: everything on the table had to be attached, in order to avoid accidents.
The three mini-strarters included a foie gras brûlé, a tomato doused in caramel, and pickled beetroot-coloured onion. We devoured them merrily, whilst waving like royals to the confused and bemused people we passed on the streets outside. The starter was a black truffle ravioli with meat consommé, delicate and delicious.
My main was juicy Holstein beef with mushroom terrine and chocolate sauce. The meat was cooked to perfection, but the chocolate pairing was a little odd. The fish main was beautiful like a painting, but had been left too long and was a bit dry. Chocolate sauce was served also to this, and again it was a slightly odd pairing. But the sweet, full red wine went down a real treat, and we were given a little food rest to enjoy the view as we made our way further out from the city, towards Tervuren.
For dessert we were given a trio of ice cream, rice pudding and a plum in spices. Being rather tipsy at this point, I don’t remember anything remarkable about the desserts, other than that they disappeared very quickly. Quite giggly as we rounded Tervuren and rolled back into the city, we lamented that the excursion was coming to its end so quickly. This tram trip was a bit like I imagine old extravagant traveling the ways its portrayed in Wes Anderson films. A quirkiness suitable for Brussels.