From Belgian Waffles to blueberries in Slovenia
Found In Bruxelles, the mythical Shangri-la for waffleheads.
In the midst of a Rick Steve’s inspired Eurail jaunt, and just after a bike marathon on the Dutch island of Texel, we decide that a Belgian Waffle, slathered with cream, fruit and syrup, sounds darn good. Leigh breaks out the Eurail map and timetable, and within a few minutes, we have a plan. On the train, we laugh about our waffle craving and daydream about a mythical Waffleland theme park, where all the attractions are modeled on the fried treats. Hey, there’s a Legoland nearby, so why not a waffle theme? We’re not sure it exists, but if it did, it would be Shangri La for waffleheads like us. Every good trip has a mission …
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We finally track down the sought-after confection in a cozy joint near the Grande Place. The deluxe waffle comes with scoops of ice cream, fruit compote, whipped cream and syrup, and for dessert, we try some crepes. Just around the corner, Mannequin Pis is cheerfully spurting a steady stream while grinning angelically at the rooftops. Today he is wearing a natty red vest in honor of some ethnic celebration in this multi-ethnic city. Maybe he’s making fun of the fact that, if you don’t have exact change, you too will be peeing in the street.
The trip continued with a speedy hydrofoil ride on the Danube, Slovenian soul food and Croatian beer, winding up with a Vespa ride and Blueberry brandy in Piran. Read it here.
