As a pure West Coast American, I gotta say I love Brussels the most of any city I've visited in Europe. My gf's dad lives there in St. Gilles neighborhood and she grew up there so when we visit it's all family time fun and being led around by people who know what's up. Pop-in-law was friends with a guy (RIP) who lived in the apartment right above Manneken Pis, so we ended up there one night pissed drunk, smoking cigarettes and week grass and yelling at the tourists taking pics of the famous statue. Rue Americaine is a great street with neat bars and restaurants, the Monday market in Place Van Meneen has amazing produce, cheese, meat, wine tasting and even a martini bar in a food truck. Nearby is a bar that is far more enjoyable than totally touristic Delirium called Moeder Lambic so so good. Much more intimate with selection of new and old taps. The whole beer culture there can't be beat. Each with its own goblet. I think it's an underrated and beautiful town, with amazing people watching. I like how the Wallonee sit around and complain all day while the Flemish work hard, innovate and long to break the country in half. Best of all tho is ducking into a butcher shop in the late morning somewhere near the flea market at Place du Jeux Balle and getting an Americaine Prepare sandwich, which is a steak tartar derivitave. The delicious spread of raw beef and egg yoke is mixed with onion and mayonnaise and served on a crisp long bread. God just the bread, the food, the beer, the people. An omelette and a Chimay Blanche at Mort Subite. Oh how I love Brussels, but goodness it would be depressing to live in that cold, drizzly grey climate.