I am just putting on an order of mussels and French fries, only these are Belgian fries, called frites, and come on very nicely at that, when in wanders this white headed guy who looks like a department store Santa Claus, except you can see at a glance there is no ho ho hoing for him.
Then I catch his eye and who is it but Wim, the guy they set up to run this new central bank they plan for Europe, I keep a line open to him and signal what happens in our markets, someone there needs to know and it may as well be Wim.
Sit down, I tell the poor guy, take your cares off your feet, you look as if you leave the gold reserves in a taxi, it cannot be that bad, but he just groans and says, Oh, yes, it can, here we are late in the evening and the guys do not finish their lunch.
Of course not, I say, this is Belgium, eating is a staple industry here, or one of them, it is what brings me over, we get asked to finance a local restaurant chain which plans to open up in England on a franchise basis, either as Mussels from Brussels or as Frites-U-Ites.