Fat Boy's Sports Bar & Grill, Brussels

Whilst my husband was outside smoking, some creep brushed himself round me and stole my purse. The management knew the culprit but didn't want a fuss! So they bundled the pair of us into a taxi to go to the police station after carefully counting out our only remaning cash to give to the cab driver. Needless to say the police station was shut and we had no idea where we were and no cash to get back to our hotel, which was a spit away from Fat Boys. Some nice Belgians bought us back to the hotel and the hotel staff were superb, but as for Fat Boys... full of sad souls from the EU building who have nowherre to go at the weekends.