After an evening at the cercles, you have to eat. It's biological, the same craving which ensures that the Waffle House and Denny's stay in business in the States. In LLN, the best place to satisfy the 2 AM munchies is the loathesome kebab place on the Place de Wallons. During daylight hours, you wouldn't touch this stuff. The meat is nasty, the pita tough, and the sauces questionable (Piquante is the best of the bunch, but that's like being the best player on the Detroit Tigers). But in the wee hours, it somehow tastes like your mother's best cooking. The magic of kebabery...
A friend of mine was a waitress at the 1900, so we liked to stop in from time to time. They made an excellent hot chocolate for those chilly winter evenings, plus their whiskey selection was solid. It's a bit nicer place, with a cool art nouveau feel.
Assuming that you have neither the patience nor the inclination to go hard-core into the cercle scene, might I recommend the cool refreshing upstairs of Jazz Matazz? You can chill on sofas while drowning your sorrows with a pint of something tasty and hobnobbing with friends. I started many an evening at Jazz, and ended a few there as well.
The drink of choice here is the Peche Melle Bush, an incredible concoction that only the Belgians could imagine. Here's the recipe:
With your left hand, hold a bottle of Bush, a rich 12% beer thought to be the most alcoholic in all of Belgium.
With the other hand (the right, if you've been paying attention), hold a bottle of Peche, a peach-flavoured lambic.
Invert both bottles into a flagon supplied by your friendly hostess.
Watch the two beers mingle like the waters of two great rivers.
Then drink the light, happy result.
Be very inebriated.
Dress Code: Whatever. Dude, it's Louvain-la-Neuve. If you dress up here, you clearly haven't been out yet.
You've never experienced anything like the Cercles. Even your most ridiculous frat party won't prepare you for the raving lunacy that is Louvain-la-Neuve's number one nightlife attraction.
Each group of students at UCL has a cercle, based on their "major," for lack of a better term. So law students have a cercle, future agronomists have a cercle, science scholars, etc.
Each of these cercles is an uncontrolled explosion of beer, sweat, and other liquids you really don't want ot know about. Every night, the students of LLN converge upon a selected few cercles. Wednesday means Law, Tuesday means Cesec (social sciences - my cercle, if you must know, and the one pictured). Fueled by extraordinarily cheap beer (50 cents or so for a plastic cup full), the students dance like crazy to whatever the DJ might be spinning. Usually, it's a blend of Eurodance and rock, with some bad French rap thrown in.
The party lasts well past 3 AM every night. More importantly, the beer gets flunged from about 11 PM. And I mean flunged. The chances of you coming out of a cercle without having been pelted with plastic cups of beer are slim to none. But that's all part of the charm.
Dress Code: Wear your absolutely nastiest clothes. The secret to LLN is that you'll never meet that special someone in the cercles. You won't. And if you did, you certainly won't impress them with your ridiculous attempts at dancing. So wear something you don't mind getting filthy.