We finally located the Hotel Le Ry d’ Ave in Rochefort in the Wallonia countryside of Belgium, which was no easy task since it was way off the highway. We got assigned to the apartment in the old building dating to the 1830’s, room 10 according to the metal key. It looks almost colonial! It’s way too old and creaky. There are two bedrooms connected by a long hallway with a toilet at the end. The old stone wall is showing through in the hallway. There is a bathroom off one room with a tub that looks like a horse trough that I’m certainly NOT going to use. This is the first time that we haven’t been given a shower.
It’s way too noisy with the windows open. Even when you try to close them, a truck rushing past will knock the window open. You keep on wondering if a car is going to hit the building. The traffic jets by continually.
We finally got to dinner at 7PM. it wasn’t that fancy, but the prices were. I think it cost something like 111.75 euros, which is the most we’ve paid so far for a dinner. We all ordered asparagus as an appetizer to share. Then we ordered three filet mignons with various sauces. Mine and Kenny’s was roquefort. Gary’s was Bernaise. We weren’t out of the restaurant until 9PM.
The owner says his lodging is located near a castle of the King of Belgium. I’m certainly NOT going to visit it. He gave us a tourist booklet in French. It says that the town, Rochefort, was the birthplace of rochefort cheese. No wonder they offered that as a sauce for the steaks at dinner!
It’s way too noisy with the windows open. Even when you try to close them, a truck rushing past will knock the window open. You keep on wondering if a car is going to hit the building. The traffic jets by continually.
We finally got to dinner at 7PM. it wasn’t that fancy, but the prices were. I think it cost something like 111.75 euros, which is the most we’ve paid so far for a dinner. We all ordered asparagus as an appetizer to share. Then we ordered three filet mignons with various sauces. Mine and Kenny’s was roquefort. Gary’s was Bernaise. We weren’t out of the restaurant until 9PM.
The owner says his lodging is located near a castle of the King of Belgium. I’m certainly NOT going to visit it. He gave us a tourist booklet in French. It says that the town, Rochefort, was the birthplace of rochefort cheese. No wonder they offered that as a sauce for the steaks at dinner!
