Belgian Farmhouse Escape: Garden, Terrace, BBQ & Spa!
Belgian Farmhouse Escape: Garden, Terrace, BBQ & Spa! – A Review, a Rambling, a Revelation (and Possibly a Breakdown)
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because I'm about to spill the beans on the Belgian Farmhouse Escape: Garden, Terrace, BBQ & Spa! And trust me, it's not just a review; it's an experience. Think less meticulously crafted TripAdvisor entry, and more… well, you'll see. This whole thing is going to be a glorious, chaotic mess of opinions, and frankly, I'm here for it.
First Impressions? Let's Get Real.
Getting there was a joy, but a minor victory was the car park being free of charge. After wrestling with the GPS (because apparently, I'm technologically challenged AND directionally inept) I thought I was a modern-day explorer. The fact it had a car power charging station was a plus. (My electric car, of course. I’m that person now.) The exterior corridor gave away nothing initially. Once in, the elevator was a blessing. Access was straightforward, but a private check-in/out was my thing.
Accessibility: A Solid Start, but Not Perfect
Now, I'm not disabled, but I'm always hyper-aware of accessibility. The website claimed things were accessible. The facilities for disabled guests are there, but I’m not certain how truly accessible they are beyond the advertised features. There was an elevator, always a win! I can't give you the definitive answer on this, but better to be safe than sorry, especially if you have specific needs.
Rooms: My Sanctuary (and Where the Real Drama Began)
Okay, the rooms. They were the pièce de résistance, the reason I'm still dreaming of the place. Let's dive into my room, shall we? "Non-smoking" (thank the heavens), and the decor? Simple elegance. The room was a decent size, with a closet, a private bathroom with a tub. It had all the essentials: air conditioning, a coffee/tea maker, a mini-bar (crucial!), and the free Wi-Fi worked like a charm. Daily housekeeping meant I never had to face the messy reality of my own existence. I loved the complimentary tea, the fluffy bathrobes, the extra long bed. I felt a slight surge of superiority. The blackout curtains? Pure genius for someone who likes to SLEEP. The "socket near the bed" was a godsend for my phone addiction.
More on the Room: The Small Stuff Makes a Big Difference
There was a reading light! (Yes, I'm easily pleased.) And a mirror! (For, you know, existential self-reflection.) The toiletries were decent. The complimentary water bottles saved me from dehydrating in the sauna. But the best? The slippers! Honestly, I spent 90% of my time in those slippers. Also, there was a hair dryer. A small thing, but important for my luscious locks, apparently. A nice touch.
Cleanliness and Safety: Feeling Safe (But Still a Little Paranoid)
Alright, let's get serious for a second. The anti-viral cleaning products and the daily disinfection of common areas made me breathe a sigh of relief. They were serious about the hygiene certification, the staff were trained in safety protocol. They had hand sanitizers everywhere. The room sanitization opt-out was available. They’d removed shared stationery. They had a doctor/nurse on call. The breakfast takeaway service was a godsend for my lazy mornings. Safety/security features? Well, they had fire extinguishers, smoke alarms, CCTV in common areas and outside, and a 24-hour front desk. I felt safe, but hey, it's 2024, I'm still vaguely paranoid about everything.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: This is Where I Nearly Lost My Mind (in a Good Way)
Here’s where things get interesting. The restaurants! The food! My god, the food! There were several restaurants, because no, I didn’t just have one meal. They had every single option imaginable. I was in heaven. The breakfast buffet was a sprawling spread of delights. I attacked it with the ferocity of a starving wolf. They had an Asian breakfast! A western one! Every kind of bread, pastry, and egg dish you could dream of. And the coffee? Magnifique. The coffee shop was my sanctuary.
They had a bar, a poolside bar. Happy hour was the highlight of every single day. The pool side bar was my personal heaven; with pool view, it was just what I needed. Oh, the pools. The swimming pool (outdoor) was heavenly. There was a snack bar, serving just enough to keep me going. The desserts were divine (and possibly caused a slight sugar coma). The salad in the restaurant was fresh and crisp. The soup in the restaurant? Comfort in a bowl. The restaurants' service was the best. I’m still dreaming of the soup! And the Asian cuisine in the restaurant was a surprise.
The Spa: My Spiritual Awakening (Or Just Really Good Massage)
Now, the spa. This is where I had my little zen moment. Or, y'know, a really, really good massage. I splurged on the whole shebang. I went for the spa/sauna. I tried the sauna. The steamroom? Yes, please! I hit the pool with view. I had a body scrub, a body wrap. I did the foot bath! The massage was incredible. Honestly, I'm not sure I've ever felt so relaxed. I may or may not have drooled a little. The spa? Worth the price of admission alone.
Things to Do (Besides Eat and Sleep): The Active Bit
I actually went to the gym/fitness. (Shocking, I know). There was a fitness center. It wasn’t huge, but it had enough to appease my guilty exercise urges.
Services and Conveniences: The Details That Matter
The concierge was helpful (especially when I locked myself out of my room and then forgot my passport in the safe). The doorman always greeted me with a smile, even at ungodly hours. Daily housekeeping was a lifesaver. Dry cleaning and laundry service? Essential for me. The convenience store was handy for late-night cravings. There was a gift shop (I got a keychain! Don't judge me!).
Things to Do for special occasion/events
They have a couple’s room that is perfect for a proposal spot. There is a good amount of space to set up an outdoor venue.
Getting Around: Seamless and Stress-Free
They arranged an airport shuttle service with ease. A car park [on-site] was provided for my car.
For the Kids: (I Didn't Have Any, But I Listened)
The babysitting service. Family/child friendly. And kids facilities. They had kids meals, too.
Internet: A Modern Necessity
I couldn't live without my internet. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Internet! Internet [LAN], Internet services! I’m sure those who were there for meetings were delighted with the Wi-Fi for special events, and the audio-visual equipment for special events, and the projector/LED display.
The Verdict: Would I Recommend It?
Absolutely. Even with my nitpicking, the Belgian Farmhouse Escape was a triumph. It's the perfect place to unwind, eat yourself silly, and pretend you have your life together. It's a place where you can relax in a pool with a view, or hide away and drink coffee in the coffee shop. The staff were charming. The food was phenomenal. The spa was a dream. And let's be honest, sometimes, all you need is a good bed, a hot shower, and a whole lot of delicious food. 10/10 would recommend, with a hearty exclamation point! Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to book my next stay. I need another massage… and possibly a lifetime supply of those slippers.
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The "Farmhouse Frenzy" - Belgium Edition: Mostly Hopeful, Potentially Hysterical (and definitely hungry)
Day 1: Arrival & Utter Bewilderment (aka, Brussels, You Don't Look the Way I Imagined)
- Morning (6:00 AM - 9:00 AM): Get up… or try to. That alarm clock? Apparently, it’s not the friend of a weary traveler. After that nightmare of a flight (turbulence! A screaming baby! My existential dread!), I'm pretty sure I need a double shot of caffeine just to look alive. Taxi from Brussels airport. Fingers crossed the driver speaks even a little English…and that the car doesn't fall apart on the way.
- Late Morning (9:00 AM - 12:00 PM): Check-in to our glorious Vintage Farmhouse with Garden, Roofed Terrace, BBQ, Spa. Oh. Wait. Where is it exactly? Google Maps says "Approaching Destination." Reality says, "Lost in a maze of cobblestone streets and adorable, confusing signs." After a wrong turn, followed by a near-miss with a cyclist, we finally stumble upon a gate that looks promising.
- Anecdote: The GPS lady on my phone, bless her digital soul, started sounding increasingly exasperated. "Recalculating… again. Are you sure you're supposed to be on this goat path?" Yep, pretty sure, lady. Pretty darn sure.
- Lunch(12:00 PM - 1:00 PM): Found a cafe in the countryside, and the food is nothing short of amazing. I had the best cheese sandwich EVER.
- Afternoon(1:00 PM - 5:00 PM): Unloading the Car, Unpacking the Suitcases, and a quick Spa session.
- Rant: Ugh, unpacking. Never fails. It's like a scavenger hunt for lost items. The hairdryer is missing! Where's my lucky socks? And what is this weird stain on my favorite T-shirt? Also, who designed these suitcases? They're clearly built by sadists.
- Evening (5:00 PM - 8:00 PM): Uncorking and unwinding on the terrace. The first beer. The relief. Finally begin to breathe. The farmhouse looks idyllic, and the terrace is bathed in the golden light. The roofed terrace, by the way, is genius. Rain or shine, we can sip wine and pretend we're sophisticated Europeans (or, you know, pretend we're anything but sleep-deprived tourists).
- Emotional Reaction: Oh, the quietness. The first sip of that Belgian beer. I could cry. I'm home. Or, at least, in a temporary home.
- Night (8:00 PM - late): BBQ. The first attempt to light it failed. We called the owner that came to our rescue, and we finally set up the bbq. Later on… stargazing, and the realization I can't remember how stars got there.
Day 2: Village Exploration & Food Glory (and possibly a minor meltdown)
- Morning(8:00 AM - 10:00 AM): Decent Breakfast. So much cheese, so much bread. It's a carb-lover's paradise. I'm already plotting my next two meals.
- Late Morning (10:00 AM - 1:00 PM): Explore the local village. The church bell rings and it's wonderful. We stumble upon a farmers market. The locals are all speaking Dutch or Flemish, which feels intimidating, but they're mostly friendly. Mostly. And the food stalls… Oh, the food stalls!
- Quirky Observation: The chickens here are serious. Strutting around like they own the place. It is kind of inspiring, actually. I am also really impressed with the produce: The radishes! The ripe tomatoes! The cherries!
- Lunch (1:00 PM - 2:00 PM): Back to the house. I tried to make a simple lunch, disaster! I burned the toast, and I was completely exhausted.
- Afternoon (2:00 PM - 6:00 PM): The spa. I was sure I would be relaxed after this. But… too hot, then cold, then hot again… I felt as if I didn't know how to relax.
- Emotional Reaction: I went in hoping for zen. Instead, I got a whole lotta stress. My anxiety levels started to hit the roof.
- Evening (6:00 PM - 9:00 PM): We try to cook dinner, and we set the BBQ. This is like a comedy show. We ended up ordering pizza.
- Night(9:00 PM- late): A quiet night on the terrace, with some Belgian chocolate and a silent movie. I was glad of the peace.
Day 3: Chocolate Nirvana & Existential Reflections (and maybe a little shopping)
- Morning(8:00 AM - 10:00 AM): Back to the village for some coffee, and we decided to try the local bakery. It was delicious, truly.
- Late Morning (10:00 AM - 1:00 PM): A trip to a chocolatier! We are diving DEEP into the world of Belgian chocolate. The variety, the craftsmanship, the smell… It's a sensory overload in the best possible way. I buy way too much. No regrets.
- Double down on the Experience: Okay, I'm not just tasting chocolate. I'm experiencing it. The melting, the flavors, the history. I am literally in chocolate heaven. Did you know Belgian chocolate is considered one of the best in the world? True.
- Lunch (1:00 PM - 2:00 PM): Chocolate for lunch! And I don't care.
- Afternoon (2:00 PM - 5:00 PM): Trying to find a good store. I'm just obsessed with Belgian lace and I'm buying a shawl.
- Rant: I'm pretty sure the shops are designed to trap you. Tiny, winding streets, and they are all tempting me with their wares. Don't they know my bank account can't take this?
- Evening (6:00 PM - 9:00 PM): Back at the farmhouse. I watch the sunset. It is spectacular.
- Night (9:00 PM - late): We are spending all the chocolates!
Day 4: Departure & "See You Later, Belgium!" (and a promise to return, maybe)
- Morning (8:00 AM - 10:00 AM): One last breakfast. I look in the mirror and it looks like I have gained 5 kilos. But I don't care. It's impossible to be anything other than content.
- Late Morning (10:00 AM - 12:00 PM): Last-minute packing, and doing the dishes. I am leaving something behind.
- Afternoon (12:00 PM - 2:00 PM): Checking out. Bidding farewell to the farmhouse, with a heavy heart and a suitcase overflowing with memories (and chocolate).
- Afternoon (2:00 PM - 6:00 PM): Ride to the airport, and the ride is the worst.
- Evening (6:00 PM - late): Back to the world.
So, that's the plan. It's a rough draft, I know. Subject to change, meltdowns, and spontaneous detours. But that's the fun of it, isn't it? This is, after all, a journey. And who knows what adventures await down the cobblestone road? Let's find out.
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Belgian Farmhouse Escape: Garden, Terrace, BBQ & Spa! - The Real Deal FAQs (Prepare Yourself...)
Okay, so... what *actually* IS this place? Is it as dreamy as the photos?
Alright, let's be honest. The photos? They're *good*. They're strategically lit, probably had a filter or two (or five!) and the photographer was clearly a professional. The reality? It's... well, it's Belgian. Which, if you've ever *been* to Belgium, you know is a certain kind of charming chaos.
The farmhouse? Beautiful, yes. But also a little… lived in. Which is a *good* thing, right? Means it's not some sterile, airless museum filled with antique furniture you're afraid to breathe on. It has character! Like, the kind of character that smells faintly of old books and woodsmoke and… well, occasionally, a wet dog (not always, but sometimes).
The garden? *Magnificent*. Absolutely. But don't expect a perfectly manicured English rose garden. This is a *real* garden. Meaning, occasionally, things are a little overgrown, there might be a rogue weed or two, and the bees are *definitely* very enthusiastic about their work. Trust me, it's a plus. It allows you to feel less bad about spilling your wine.
So, is it dreamy? Yes, in its own wonderfully imperfect, utterly charming way. Think less "perfect Instagram picture" and more "Cozy Netflix rom-com set in the countryside." You get the gist.
The BBQ... is it a grilling paradise or a charcoal-induced disaster? (I need specifics!)
The BBQ... ah, the BBQ. Bless its heart. This, my friends, is where we get REAL. On my trip there last year, the BBQ was the only reason the trip wasn't a complete disaster. It was incredible.
First of all, it's a proper, solid BBQ. Not one of those flimsy, wobbly things you get from a discount store. It's built to last, presumably because Belgian weather requires a BBQ that can withstand a nuclear winter.
Now, the experience... that's a different story. I will never forget the first time I tried to light it. I fumbled with the lighter fluid (because, let's be honest, who actually knows how to light a charcoal BBQ *properly*?), got a face full of smoke, and nearly singed off my eyebrows. My friend, bless him, just stood there laughing, clearly enjoying my humiliation. But, eventually, and with much trial and error (and a whole lot of beers to calm the nerves), we got that flame lit. And the reward? Worth every single char-grilled moment.
Pro tip: Bring your own BBQ tools. The basics are there, but if you're serious about grilling, bring the works (spatulas, tongs, etc.). Trust me, your inner chef will thank you... and so will your dinner guests.
Tell me about the spa. Is it genuinely relaxing, or just Instagram bait?
Okay, the spa. Here's where things get... complicated. The hot tub. Heavenly. Absolutely. Especially after a long day of exploring (or, you know, accidentally setting the BBQ on fire). Bubbles, warm water, a glass of something bubbly... pure bliss. No Instagram bait here, folks.
The sauna, however... *whew*. Different story. The first time I turned it on, I swear I thought I'd accidentally summoned a demon. The heat! It was intense. I mean, really, *really* intense. Maybe I'm not built for Finnish saunas. I retreated, defeated, after a mere five minutes, feeling like I'd been through a medieval torture chamber (albeit a very clean one with nice wood panelling).
So, the hot tub? Ten out of ten. The sauna? Well, it’s there. It's an experience. And you might actually like it, if you're tougher than me. (I'm not.)
What about the kitchen? Is it well-equipped for actually, you know, *cooking*?
The kitchen? Ah, the heart of the home. It's generally well-equipped. All the basics are there. You'll find a good oven, a decent hob, a fridge (thank goodness!), and all the pots, pans, and utensils you'd expect.
The *interesting* bits? It's got character, like the rest of the place. Don't expect a gleaming, stainless-steel, minimalist kitchen. Think more "charming farmhouse" with a few quirks. You might find a slightly mismatched set of plates (it adds to the charm!). You might search for the perfect knife, and, if you're anything like me, you might fail miserably, but in the end your dinner will get made.
But really, the kitchen is the perfect place to make a mess, drink wine, and laugh with your friends, which is the whole point, right?
Is it kid-friendly? (Because, honestly, I have small humans.)
Kid-friendly. That's the million-dollar question, isn't it? Answer: it *can* be. It depends on your kids (and your own sanity levels).
There's the garden, which offers endless space to explore. The best part? Let them get dirty! Who cares! There's a massive field beyond the main garden as well, perfect for letting them burn off energy.
However, there are also the usual parental concerns to consider. The hot tub is hot. The stairs in the farmhouse are, well, farmhousy (meaning: potentially treacherous for tiny adventurers). The kitchen has sharp things. And let's not forget the most important kid-friendly factor of all: how well does it work for the children? Do they have enough things to do, and will they be safe doing them?
So, yes, it can be kid-friendly. But you'll need to be vigilant, and you might want to bring a gate or two. Above all, I would make sure to let the children know to respect the property.
What if I have mobility issues? Accessibility?
Accessibility... this is where things take a slightly less fairytale turn. This is a CHARACTER farmhouse, not a modern, purpose-built accessible space. If you have mobility issues, it is not ideal.
There are steps. Lots of them. Inside, outside, everywhere. The floors are uneven and cobblestones. The bathrooms are not designed with accessibility in mind (small spaces, tight corners).
If you require a wheelchair, walker, or have significant mobility limitations, this probably isn't the place for you. It's worth contacting the property directly to ask about this situation.Hotels With Kitchen Near Me
