I got a lot of encouragement from members of our large party to blog about a recent dinner at Petite Abeille, a charming Belgian restaurant on 17th Street (among other locations), near Union Square in New York City.
The meal? Delicious, comforting, warm. I had vol au vent and frites. Incroyable!
The staff? Friendly, thoughtful, genuine.
The location? Charming, Tintin-a-riffic, cozy. And a little dark. Just too dark, in fact, to take good photos (see dimly lit Belgian chocolate mousse, above). Hence my reluctance to blog about the meal.
But I did take that one photo, and I do sometimes fold under pressure (and the meal was great), so here I am.
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