When in Belgium, Eat as the Belgians Eat
Being good little tourists, Simon and I make a point of trying the local delicacies, no matter how off-putting they are. Aren't we brave?
We sampled the local brews . . .


We exercised great restraint at the chocolate shops . . .


And we had frites only once (unless you count the enormous portion that came with our moules-frites, or steamed mussels and fries -- not pictured because Simon and I both looked dorkier than usual in those pictures) . . .

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3 Comments:
Why does Simon look unhappy with two pints before him? Or was that the last two pints in a long line of pints that day?
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Now, Jim. I think you've known Simon long enough to know that's his cheerful face.
(I had a typo in the above comment, so I had to delete it -- it's no more mysterious than that.)
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