Feather bowling sounds like something somebody invented over a long winter, and in a way they did.
Belgian immigrants brought the game to Detroit in the early twentieth century, rolling wheel-shaped balls down dusty lanes toward a feather pinned to the floor, plus the cafe that housed their leagues has been operating since the end of Prohibition.
Steamed mussels arrive in broth that tastes like the coast of Belgium. Frites come with the kind of mayo that makes you forget ketchup exists…