The Wandering Foodie

Tucked away on a corner street, just a block from the Gravensteen Castle, a dark relic of the Middle Ages, Amadeus is at once quaint and eclectic.

The walls are crammed full of miscellaneous antiques, the tables draped with checkered cloths that remind you of smoky BBQ joints down south in Charleston or Savannah. We dig into large white plates of char-grilled ribs flanked by baked potatoes drenched in herb butter while 1920’s swing tunes play in the background. The ribs are all-you-can-eat, so we keep devouring them rack after rack, our hands soon sticky with sauce.

This is how we do Friday in Ghent.