Me too..
My father took us all to Belgium late one summer, 1970 I think. We had been away somewhere else but he wanted to get away for a few days and had loved Belgium as a young man. We went to a moules and waffles café and had hot red wine with sugar around the rim.
He ordered for us all, there were six in my family and we weren't very old - so you can imagine my parents' horror when just after they had started to serve us from the bucket of moules and tureen of frites, another five buckets and tureens arrived! 
I seem to remember finishing all of my moules, although not all of the chips, and from then on I was hooked. My mother had cooked mussels before, quite a few times, but my guess is that she was a little more sparing with the wine and cream.
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