At long last, mussels!

After visiting the European Parliament, we had a couple of hours before to kill before we needed to head to a cocktail held by the American Chamber of Commerce. We followed Professor Sherridan’s advice and headed to Place Jourdan for some fries at Maison Antoine. And at long last, this image I’d had of mayonnaise-covered fries served in a cone of wax paper, was realized. Delicious. Especially when chased with a glass of Grimbergen Blonde (yes, not original, but meh).

The AmCham cocktail was a bust, though it did produce an interesting discussion with Jamin on which I’ll probably write a sidebar. But the champagne flowed freely, and by the time it was done, we were happily meandering through the twisted streets of Brussels, headed for the Grande Place area for—at long last!—some mussels and fries.

The people which comprise our Brussels delegation probably couldn’t be a more eclectic bunch if we’d planned for it to be this way. We have all kinds, and all kinds is what was assembled for dinner at Chez Vincent, yet another recommendation from Professor Sherridan. I had Roquefort moules, along with golden crispy fries, and a few (?) glasses of Maes. The evening ended at the Ugly Duckling Fun Bar, with the breathless retelling of a rather sad story. Meh. You never really can account for taste.

Oh, and I lost my passport. More on that later.