Brussels is one of Europe's culinary capitals, where one could spend much time and money seeking out the great and the best. Being a mussels aficionado and having dined on mussels at Leon of Brussels restaurants in Paris many times in the past, I wanted only to find the mother-restaurant. Sort of like finding the mother Ikea in Stockholm. It was not difficult.
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| There, on the Rue des Boucherers, near the Grand Place |
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| Chez Leon |
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| A table for two, by a radiator, SVP |
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| It's not New Zealand, but I am in mussels heaven |
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For me, a starter of poison soup (running gag); for Vicki, more
pain, SVP |
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My main, moules et frites; Vicki's steak and frites in view; the
steak was good, she said |
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Looking around; we've been at the museum all day, it's 4 in the
afternoon, but the place is not entirely deserted (I try not to shoot
people...) |
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The cute plastic bowls they use for discards; I thought of trying
to pilfer one...remember Paris, girls? |
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| Looking further; note little bronze plaques on back rests... |
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| Thus; and seafaring art |
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| Very famous patron |
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| Another |
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| Infamous patron |
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| More looking around |
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| Belgians eat a lot of bread |
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| Mussels cartoon...of course |
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| Mussel sculpture |
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| Great food, neat place |
2 comments:
I am quite surprised you _didn't_ take one of the plastic boats! :)
Always a restaurant named Leon in every town! Wes is impressed!
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