Wednesday, May 26, 2004

Surfeit

One long street full of restaurants. Each with a man standing in front, ostensibly the Maitre d'Hotel. In reality, they're more like hawkers, pulling in butts to fill the seats. Places like that always stress me out. We wander to a different section of town, eating at a place called Inn t'Spinnekopke, which means "Inn of the Spider Head". House mussels in a spicy cream sauce with french fries. The Belgians invented french fries. I had my first trappist beer, a Chimay.

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