Belgian at its best

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BELGIAN BEER CAFE, Perth

by STEPHEN POLLOCK:

AHH, Belgium. That indiscriminate little country that throbs at the end of Tintin’s foot, like Captain Haddock’s piles.

Time for walkies, Snowy!

Cliches aside, the Belgian beer cafe, like the country itself, has been the butt of some bad jokes and middling reviews, so it was time for the Voice food police to revisit this Perth institution.

Located at the corner of King and Murray Streets, the cafe is always bustling with punters and the chink of oversized beer glasses.

It’s a loud clamour that doesn’t pander to intimacy, but adds a nice buzz to the bar and casual dining area.

There was a cheaper bar menu, but we opted for the sit-down l’addition at the rear.

The menu is a manageable size and includes mussel pots, steaks, gourmet sandwiches (steak, chicken, beef) and mains (pork belly with creamy mash, kriek lambic beer chicken, duck breast).

Dining buddy Banner was soon gorging on a shared meat platter ($24.90), “a carnivore’s delight, resplendent with rolled silverside, mortadella and slices of warmed roast pork”.

“Topped with pickles and accompanied by gherkins, mustard, marinated olives, fried chicken winglets and Turkish bread—you could eat a platter like this forever.”

In between raising his cholesterol count, Banner slid a few natural oysters ($1) down his maw: “Wonderfully fresh and tasty,” he declared.

“Topped with pickles and accompanied by gherkins, mustard, marinated olives, fried chicken winglets and Turkish bread—you could eat a platter like this forever.”

Meanwhile, I was sampling a bloody mary oyster ($3): a spicy little specimen that zaps your taste buds on the way down.

Perfect for one or two, before moving back to the more cleansing natural variety.

I was soon fondling the mariniere mussel pot ($24.90), teasing the shells with the tip of my fork.

Around a kilo of Kinkawooka mussels were sloshing around in a creamy garlic, onion and white wine sauce.

The mussels were nice and tender—no rubber slugs here—their bright orange skin illuminating the creamy swamp.

Perched in a paper cone at the edge of the table were the pomme frites. The cone was a bit of a Tardis and just when you though you had dunked the last salty fry in the creamy wash at the base of the mussel pot, another strata of potato would form in the pit of the cone.

The pomme frites were hot, crispy and nicely seasoned: a comforting antidote of carbs to the meat-fest on the far side of the table.

As Banner released another notch on his belt and slurped a Framboise, he smiled.

“This meal is one of the best gastro pub gorges imaginable.”

I concur.

Time for bed, Snowy.

SEE THE MENU HERE

Belgian Beer Cafe
Cnr King and Murray Streets
http://www.belgianbeer.com.au
Phone 9321 4094

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