Best Frites in Brussels?

Another beaustiful day (although very chilly), so She who must be obeyed suggested that we head into Brussels to try frites at a place that was billed as the best Frites in Belgium. So we hopped on the tram and headed to the Schuman stop to go to Maison Antoine.

Maison Antoine has been serving frites for 60 years, so I would think that they have it down. I ordered the grande cornet de frites avec mayonaise and a coca cola light. As you can see from the photo, they were golden gems of carbohydrate goodness topped with what my friend Kevin refers to as white death. They were delicious, if a bit messy. Eating frites from a paper cone without wearing mayo is an art form that I have not yet mastered, but as good as these were, I am willing to put in the time to gain that skill.

In the square where Maison Antoine sits, there was a Sunday market. This was quite a nice little market with at least four vendors with cheese, a fishmonger and several butchers and italian product stalls. We picked up some beignets brocoli to go with dinner. I think we will be back, between the frites and the market, probably a great way to spend a Sunday morning.

After our excursion to the market, we hopped back on the Metro to head into Brussels to find another frites shop that She who must be obeyed heard about to do a compare and contrast. After walking for an hour fruitlessly searching for the frites shop, we stopped at Le Roi des Belges, a little Brasserie to get a quick bite for lunch having worked off our fries. We both ordered tartin (open faced sandwiches). Hers was melted goat cheese and tomato, mine smoked salmon and rocket. They had a La Trappe as the beer of the month, so I tried that. It is a blonde ale and is quite similar to a Leffe, with a little more herbal note to it. Not bad, but certainly not much to write home about either. Three Drunk Monks.