Yesterday my friend Michele and I had lunch at a newish Belgian brasserie downtown. It was one of those casual yet hyper chic places, very similar to the ambience at Pastis in New York.
I had a bowl of their pea soup with veal cheek meatballs (it was very good, but the meatballs were so small I couldn't distinguish the veal cheek part of it, so that was a bit of a letdown) and a huge thing of moules frites. The mussels came in this gigantic pot and the broth was white wine with garlic. I ate the whole thing. The fries were seasoned and cooked just like they do them in Brussels, except the cut here was a little thicker.
We staggered out of there afterwards, barely able to breathe.