Was wandering through historic properties in 2012 with a friend and saw this. Hmmm...peut-etre some moules et frites? A Flemish red? Chocolate???!!! So we walked inside and waited. And waited. It had another room as a dining room, so we peeked inside. Rien. We called out, rang the bell. As we were looking around the corner to see if someone was in the kitchen, we saw a set of keys on the floor. What if we called the store number? Rien.
Do we just leave an empty...
