A huge pot of steaming mussels scattered with fresh parsley arrives to the table, the incredible scent of white wine and the ocean wafting through the café. I look in gluttony at the juicy, tender mussels piled atop each other in the deep, dark pot, and the generous bowl of crisp, thick fries, appearing meagre in comparison. Upon first glance, I knew I came to the right place in Brussels to taste the famous Moules Frites, and upon first mouthful, that was most certainly confirmed!
joannas sydney 