ANTWERP: CAMINOOctober 9, 2012
Today we went on a hunt for a burger. We walked and we walked. And we walked. We went into one place stuffed with religious iconography and we trawled around the touristy, restaurant bit. We wended our way down alleys and peered through the windows of restaurants that were hopelessly shut. We were about to give up, our meat-lust battered by a burger dearth the likes of which haven’t been seen since the patty famine of 1806, when our filmmaker, Will, with his last calorific reserve, chanced upon Camino.
It’s run by two brothers and one girlfriend who source their produce from local markets, hand-pick their pulled pork and create food that you want to eat, in a semi-rustic setting that’s the perfect stop-off on a busy day taking photos.
The last burgeer in the building was being served just as we sat down, so we were forced to reconsider. A couple of seared salmon, kimchi and rice bowls and one meatball sandwich later we were pretty happy. Yes, we’re fickle eaters. Burger who?
The food is part-Asian-with-a-twist, part meaty delciousness and wholly belly-filling. Apple tart and coffee down, we were on our way (but not before taking a few pictures of the brothers at work).