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On our second night in Brussels, Jessica and I went to a nearby square to find someplace to have dinner. Anyone who travels in foreign countries is probably familiar with this method of dinner-finding: “What about this place?” “I dunno, let’s look at the menu.” [Looking at menu] “Whoa, that’s expensive! Let’s keep walking.” [Walking] “How about here?” [Looking at menu] “Eh, we had pizza last night. Let’s keep walking.” [Walking] “Here?” [Looking at menu] “I can’t tell what this is.”

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