Chapter 2: The Fries Have It
As I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the half-empty plate of fries in front of me, I knew I had hit rock bottom. The Belgian waffle I had just devoured was a poor substitute for the crispy, salty goodness of the fries I so desperately craved.
I had been on the Belgian Bluff for weeks now, and I was starting to lose my edge. My usually impeccable sense of direction had been compromised, and I found myself wandering the streets of Brussels in search of the perfect fry.
Little did I know, my quest would take me to the heart of the city, where I would encounter a group of rebels fighting for the right to free fries.
Read on for Chapter 3: The Fries Strike Back or explore the map of the Belgian Bluff to see where I've been.