Mushrooms could be akin to men – what may appear as most inocuous could in fact have the power to knock you for six a few hours, days or weeks down the line… Once upon a time, mushrooms for me were of only one species. Bright white with little more taste than rainwater, they got thrown into salads to add a touch of the exotic to a dull day. That was a couple of decades ago, and nowadays, even the local corner-shop can offer you more than a usual button. What I didn’t expect to find however whilst strolling through Brussels was a shop dedicated to mushrooms of every provenance, in sizes which looked almost surreal. Champigros, Rue Sainte Catherine 36,  is a mushroom-lovers heaven. Continue reading »