Flagia, the art of frying

I fear I have just discovered the BEST friterie in Brussels. It was Friday, and I profited of my lunchbreak to get both food and some fresh air out of the office. There was this kiosk there on the square, which seemed to attract quite a lot of people. The queue was disarming, but I took it as a testimony of the quality of the food and I put myself in line. Inside the kiosk, a man, no, THE man. 

At Friterie Flagey, right on Place Flagey, the man isn't just frying, splashing frozen food in hot oil. He is, I dare to say, rather cooking! He literally takes care of every request, of every potato and of every little frie. His moves are almost those of a pizzaiolo, moving gently and deflty, almost hinting at some dance move. You've got to see him. And then, when your typical Belgian cornet of fries is ready, you do realize why this frietkot is an institution of the Brussels' heritage. Gold, crunchy and selected. Yes, because THE man has also cleverly selected the best fries for you, removing black spots or overfried stuff. Someone would like some more salt, whereas I only wish it weren't so cold. It looks in fact that 3° are enough to turn mayonnaise and other sauces into a hard sticky thing.

It seems also that this kiosk in Flagey has so far survived a process of removal by la commune d'Ixelles, in the interest of some works on the square. On internet you also find petitions to sign to keep the Friterie Flagey on its spot. Selfishly said, I hope the friterie will stay in Flagey at least as long as I will, but it would definitely be a loss of revenue and image for the square if THE man will be moved away. And while the bourgmestre clears his mind, I'll keep enjoying this frying flagey magia, let me call it Flagia!