Back in the days when your mail still was deliverd with horse and carraige, this must be somewhere around late 1700’s, people of the city of Aalst had to pick up their mail in this place. It seems like time stood still ’cause it seems like the interior hasn’t been changed since. Most of the people you’ll see are regulars and you’ll defenitely get some looks. But people don’t mind and will sing a long songs from the jukebox, tell their life story, maybe do a little dance. Go around 7 ‘o clock for the best ambience, these people start early. Another shitty review by the shitty guide of Antwerpen.
