Do you have a grosse faim? I mean a really, really grosse faim? If you do then I suggest you come here, to find out how hungry you really are!
The first time I was invited to Le Coq d'Or, I thought I had arrived at the wrong place. Wandering through a smoky bar I found myself in the kitchen, but it turned out that this was the friterie. The tiled walls were covered with posters of bicky burgers and frikadelle, brochettes and tasty "nugizz" at 2 euro 50. I felt like I was waiting in a dentist's surgery, stomach in limbo, faintly nauseous. Please, please don't say I have to eat a massive friterie burger. The only thing I ever touch in a friterie is the frites! And I'm with a group of guys, one of whom is boasting that he will complete the "challenge". And then, suddenly, it was all too late: we were seated with napkins and placemats with the owners as audience and I could not, could not leave!
While we wait, still somewhat apprehensively, I can hear chatter from the bar, and the landlady's irresistible cackle. She emerges to make our burgers: mixing egg and haché together while her husband deals with the frites, frying our batch individually until perfectly golden, and then tossing them in just the right amount of salt. Finally the thing is assembled and we watch it advance towards us, a puny American flag on the top of a pile of homemade double D sized baps, beef, lettuce, tomato, gherkins and cheese. Madame gives us some advice: eat the frites first; then flatten the thing (so it appears less monstrous); cut it into four and proceed methodically. Finally she smiles encouragement and disappears back to the bar.
There's a chip on the tabletop. We plant the American flag in it and it looks rather lost, like it's on the moon. It's one small step for a chip, one giant leap -
J'en peux plus.
Having admitted defeat we can all relax. We watch, amused, as grandad wanders into the kitchen puffing on a cigar. Then our host is back. We learn that they dreamt up the Texas King Burger and challenge on a trip to New York. The Texas bit just sounded good. Having sampled a few burger joints and gallon buckets of soda in various American states I can attest that this thing actually Ain't That Big. Our host seems to agree and shrugs:
Moi, un 1kg200, je le mange comme ça -
Comme une entrecôte.
If it weren't for that strong Bruxellois accent I'd say this pair were in the wrong country.
Le Coq d'Or
2, avenue du Bois de la Cambre
Tel: 02 675 02 58
The friterie is open every day from 18:00 to 22:00, and also for lunch on weekdays between 12:00 and 14:00.
P.S. 13/12/11 Reliable sources tell me that the Texas Kings now cost 15 euros, not 12.... Hmm. And they had run out of T-shirts (again).