When traveling in Europe, there were a few items on my "must eat" list. Most of them were admittedly desserts, but in the category of savory dishes, I was determined to eat some authentic moules frites.
As a resident of New York, it's not hard to find good moules frites nearby, but as I had never eaten the dish in either one of its "birth places," Belgium and France, I was eager to see if these countries would make my New York mussel experiences feel insignificant.
For several reasons, including a tight schedule, Belgium was left behind without one single mussel in my belly, and I was left with Paris as my moules frites go-to.
Needless to say, this steaming pot of shells and long, golden french fries could be spotted on street-side restaurant tables all over the city. Though my initial plan was to research some top-rated restaurants, a long day of walking got the best of me, and once seated at Le Bruant in the Montmartre neighborhood, I decided to just "go for it." I can happily say that this was an excellent decision, as the gigantic pot of mussels and thick-cut french fries proved to be the best I ever had (so far).