Stoofvlees and Frites
When the very friendly waiter came to take my order, I tore my eyes away from the towering wall of buttresses and stained glass and ordered in the only way I could, “Make it as Flemish as possible.” “OK,” he smiled, “one order of…” And then I heard a series of syllables which took me a few minutes to decipher.
It turns out I was getting stoofvlees and frites. It looks easy enough when you see it in print, but in spoken form, it’s a bit difficult to wrap your ears around this dish.
Story created on August 9, 2012