Porc mignon (pork filets) covered in a brie croissant was perhaps the most soul-satisfying meal. Freshly made French fries (don't even bother asking for ketchup, you won't get it) were crisp and a perfect side dish. An after-meal dessert liqueur presented in a large vodka bottle settled the stomach and cleansed the palate with hints of butterscotch.
You won't leave Tropicana with looser pants, but you will most certainly leave happier than when you first arrived.
Spiga has the advantage of being one of the only Italian-focused restaurants on the French side. La Gondola competes from afar on the Dutch side, but time and again we were directed to Spiga. The establishment, which has the look and feel of someone's country home from the porch, sits on a quiet road. Service was attentive, and the ambiance was a nice change from many big cities overly loud restaurants.
A mozzarella appetizer looked more like art than food, and the creamy taste of the cheese complemented its three different sauces (pesto, truffle and balsamic vinaigrette) perfectly.
For an entree, the short rib was tender fall-off-the-bone good, but a cut of meat that can be found at many other establishments.
A tiramisu dessert paired with coffee ice cream was refreshing, but not standout-worthy.