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Belgian fries

I don't know why, but everytime I pass by an 'frietkot' (little sofisticated caravans where they sell ~~French~~ Belgian fries) I have the immediate urge to go inside and eat...
I guess it has to do with the fact that I am leaving in one week.
And the fact is that there are no Belgian fries in Tel Aviv nor in Daheisheh.
No offence. But there just aren't.
So you mention Mac Do's? Give me a break. The tiny long fries they sell are cold in a sec, and they don't offer you the beautiful sauces nor the disgusting meat (they just give you other disgusting meat that even tastes disgusting...)
Yesterday I passed by a Mac Do's, and let me tell you, the smell of it is totally different from a Belgian 'frietkot'. The first smells awful, the second smells like something haute-cuisine to some of us.
And I can tell, yesterday, I enjoyed my fries as much as a plate of haute-cuisine.
I guess other people can have the same urge to buy such a tiny little package once in a while.
I remember this lady I was accompanying, a friend and tourist in my town, who felt the urge to eat fries with tartar at 4 o'clock in the morning...
Me, always supposing this was only something what's called 'a Belgian attitude' looked at her with big eyes: 'It is 4 o'clock in the night... You are not joking?'
She was not.
So there we were, she, enjoying her Belgian fries, me to amazed to eat something and wondering who was the Belgian in this scenery.

Posted on October 15, 2003
in Living in Belgium

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