Lily Where we used to live in Belgium was a chippy with a sort of wooden chalet attached. You could get all the normal Belgian chippy stuff, but if you went in to the chalet bit, it was eat in and the food was cracking. If you asked nicely, he would whip up a sabayon for pudding from scratch.
It was bliss, out of the front door, across the churchyard, cross the road, across the car park, and dinner would be served. I could have a beer and not worry about driving as it was 3 minutes to walk home. I miss that. The owner was pleased to see us, which was nice.
So, steak Roquefort, friets and a kriek (cherry beer) for just under €25. No skimping on the triple cooked friets either. I have used the Flemish word for chips, as we were in Flanders.
Back on this side of the channel, currently in Kent where a most dispiriting meal was had at the pub attached to the Premier Inn. Home tomorrow, where the food will be better as I am cooking it.
Much questioning at Dunkirk today by the Douaniers as to what was in the car....easy, chocolate, chocolate, chocolate, some beer, some crunchy peanuts and two massive celeriac. They are normally checking for migrants, not veg!!
I have a bottle of Camel Valley fizz ready for the 31st; after all, the English did sparkling wine 30 years before the French came up with it.
So, M25 tomorrow, but not as fast, furious, dangerous and nerve wracking as the Ring.