A place you always return to.

In a world where restaurants appear and vanish with the rhythm of trends, some houses stand the test of time without ever betraying themselves.
Places you return to, again and again, because everything feels right.
Les Brigittines is one of them.

In Brussels, between the Sablon and the Marolles, this house has stood tall for over twenty-five years.
Faithful to itself, faithful to the spirit of its chef, Dirk Myny, who guards the same compass every day — that of true flavour, sincere gesture, and unpretentious generosity.

Here, nothing is forced, nothing fashionable.
The aim is not to surprise, but to move.
Les Brigittines is a restaurant of the heart, where the dishes speak to you: the now legendary Zenne Pot — cabbage cooked in gueuze, bloempanch, dry sausage and whelks; a vol-au-vent reinvented with the seasons; or that crushed Charlotte potato with brown butter and grey shrimp, whose simplicity borders on the sublime.

Dirk Myny’s cuisine, rooted in Belgian flavours, speaks the language of terroir.
It blends Flemish precision with Walloon warmth, the local with the distant, guided by a single compass: the pleasure of honest produce.
No excess, no artifice — tradition lives, breathes and renews itself here with quiet conviction.

The setting, too, stands firm against time.
Housed in a former Art Nouveau post office, it preserves its tall green walls, grand fireplace, wooden panelling and golden light.
A familiar stage for true Brussels gastronomy — warm, timeless, welcoming.

And because no meal is complete without the right glass, Dirk Myny’s wine list tells its own story: of winemakers he knows, discoveries he shares, and Alsatian wines he cherishes.
Sometimes, a Gueuze Cantillon appears — a wink to the city he loves so much.

At Les Brigittines, nothing seeks to impress. Everything seeks to endure.
And perhaps that’s why we always return — to find, each time, a bit of Brussels… and a bit of ourselves.

LD