Moules et frites( Mussels and Chips), the tradition and the culinary flag of Rue des Bouchers.
I wonder how many tons of orange molluscs and potatoes are happily devoured over here.
Jacques Brel’s ghost smiles in a corner, inviting his friend Jeff to stop crying and to drown his loving pains into a dish of mussels and chips.
Sergey and I feel like having a portion of chips by now, but they are better if they are bought in the street from a kiosk and put in a paper bag, covered with sauce and they must be eaten with the finger tips and shared from the same bag, friendship is also that: greasy fingers and smiles .