confessions of a husky boy: les moules

The only Belgian feather bowling lanes in America are at the Cadieux Cafe in Detroit. It is debatable to call this joint a landmark as the people who truly enjoyed this place are quickly fading away, and there are whispers that the owner wants to close up shop and move on. We here at PublicJoUrinal try to capitalize on this establishment and appreciate it while it’s still with us. Monday’s special features an ‘all you can eat mussel’ dinner, choosing from their four preparations; plain steamed, garlic, lemon and dill, or marinara. As long as you’ve got the time and the stomach, it’s a wonderfully pleasant dinner.

I was able to get through three buckets of mussels and would gladly order more if the visages of my dining companions weren’t dripping with boredom. I am a slow eater, and when it comes to ‘all you can eat’, bring a book because it could run long. Plied with a hearty Belgian beer and spinach mashed potatoes as I sit here writing this I am wistful at all the meals and parties that took place in that restaurant.

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