It all sounded so romantic!  A new overnight train service from Brussels to Berlin.  One of us had visions of restaurant cars, a full bar, and comfortable compartments.  Lets just say he was wrong.

More like a second class couchette with a hard bed and a minuscule menu topping out at hangover-inducing beer that even a college kid would scoff at.  Oh well.

Lessons learned: listen to romey (check), bring your own food (check), bring your own booze (check).  Just fly…

With a name like the “European Sleeper” how could it go wrong?

This guy had a faster trip with better beer and he had to steer.

Yes, of course we drank the dang beer.

Anyway, we did it so you don’t have to!

And we arrived in Berlin.  At the wrong station.  Late.