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After too many posts with titles longer than the post itself, I’ve decided to keep this one simple. The inspiration? Brasserie BC<\/a> Central. I should be home enjoying a Lean Cuisine Turkey Tenderloin dinner, but nothing screams Canadian Thanksgiving more than Moules & Frites in a French Brasserie in the heart of Miami.
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I’ve picked the right place because even though there are likely no Canadians here, there are people next to me speaking French. One of the men has slicked back hair, a petite moustache\u00a0and a blazer. No one is fat. They may even be mainlining butter. If I listen carefully they’re singing a jaunty French tune.<\/p>\n

I order the mussels and they’re amazing. Not too big, not too small and served with a broth that’s to die for. Winey, salty and delicious. They’ve likely used shallots. Warm French bread appears in a little brown bag with a glass of Chablis. Even though I’ve ordered the appetizer portion, there is more than enough to fill me (especially when you eat a bag of bread slathered in butter, dredged in broth).<\/p>\n

Dining solo is empowering. I become a Russian spy, a nuclear physicist, a journalist. I take pictures and pound on my keyboard\u2014 jot down the weekly specials and smile, assure concerned servers I’m fine\u2014really. Uncomfortable with my contentment, they hover, suspect I’m a food critic sent to ruin their reputation, toy with their livelihoods.<\/p>\n

But I am merely a hungry Canadian hell bent on enjoying a Saturday Thanksgiving eve in Miami. Brasserie BC <\/a>doesn’t disappoint.<\/p>\n

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