After coming to Belgium, I learned that there was a fries specializing in fries. As a chip obsessed, I am very happy that Belgians treat chips seriously: more than a dozen choices with sauce, customers sit on the bench and concentrate on eating chips, and discuss online reviews whether this store uses animal oil or vegetable oil, fried twice or fried three times. Everything is about the hero of chips. I shunned the long queues of tourists in the old town of the city center to buy chips in a temporary store on the outskirts of Brussels to eat the most Belgian chips. After buying the potato-eating masses on the bench, eating while observing the endless customers, there are mothers pushing strollers, grandmothers with crutches, literary youths holding tripods, and four-eyed office workers wearing suits.