From the caption on the photo I think you can figure out how the story ends.
M. and I decided that we couldn’t leave Brussels without having Belgium’s famous “moules-frites”.
So on our last afternoon in the city, we lunched on clams and potato chips.
What happened the next morning in Switzerland is just too painful and graphic to recount. (The waiter laughed hysterically as he saw us photographing the contents on the table. Now I know why…)
I’ve been told (after the fact…) that many tourists get sick from eating in the restaurants around the Grand Place. It’s necessary to go a little outside the main city centre for the best moules-frites.
I love Brussels and will definitely go back again. But personally, I’ll be sticking to meat and potatoes at that time.