"After stocking up, I head to the Tierenteyn-Verlent mustard shop on the Groentenmarkt. The 19th-century interior is like an old-fashioned apothecary filled with the soothing aromas of the spices and herbs used in the mustards they make fresh each day in wooden vats on the premises. From there, it's a short hop to Mokabon on Donkersteeg, a 1950s cafe that has seemingly been preserved in aspic with all the original sleek features, including a beautiful wooden bar, red walls and small round tables."
"The middle aisle of my local Lidl has nothing on French supermarket booty. I once bought six big saucissons in a hypermarche because they each came with a free Laguiole-style steak knife. Eventually, even the dog started turning his nose up at dried sausage treats. You know what they say about French style; well, it carries on through to the shelves of French supermarkets, each brand artfully arranged with labels facing forward and issuing a siren call to linger and drool."
I fell in love with Belgian snacks while cycling the amateur Tour of Flanders, encountering feed stations stacked with Meli honey waffles and honey cake. I ate so many that I felt withdrawal after the last of them on the 167-mile route. On return visits to Ghent, I buy boxes of the sweet treats and visit Tierenteyn-Verlent on the Groentenmarkt, whose 19th-century interior resembles an apothecary where mustards are made fresh in wooden vats. Mokabon on Donkersteeg is a preserved 1950s cafe selling home-roasted coffee in yellow and red bags. French supermarkets display artfully arranged shelves and tempting charcuterie and jam sections.
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