Brussels hopelessness

Did an interesting thing today. After checking in to a hotel in west Brussels, decided to head off for a few cold fresh to clear my head still numb from the morning misadventure(now that stays within me!!!). The place was an immigrant quarter, relatively shady, places could surely be shadier(my judgement comes from daytime humdrum though not the juicier nightlife). So I walked into this bar adjoining a kebap place. The bar is empty, the tables are poorly positioned and the bar counter is extremely uncomfortable to settle down at. I ask for a beer and the bargirl (a Romanian with incredible French) obliges me, all the while completing the formalities in French. So I sit down with my first 250 ml beer (haven't had that small a beer in a long time I guess) and try to engage the girl in a conversation to drive away the boredom. But it turns out that she or for that matter most people in the area do not speak any English, just Francaise! Good one, mate! So after downing two quick ones, I decide to place myself next to the semi-French window(with no tables next to it surprisingly), which opens onto the big crossing, where the monotony of people seems to be far more interesting. The immigrant quarter, did I not say? People in all sorts of attires, all non-native, going about their business. Fascinating experience, must say!
Oh and I also checked out a Tintin shop with a archive edition of Tintin in the Land of the Soviets! 20 Euros! Pointless!
I have a run down impression of Brussels till now. Let's see whether that changes with the Grote Markt visit tomorrow! However,I quite liked Rue Charles Martel and Rue du Taciturne, cosily pretty with a nice Florist!
About the misadventure from the morning, I can only say, "Rise above it Arnab!" And oh, I am really proud I went that extra mile! Bankrupt now.