I asked my wife one evening, if she would like to go for waffles in the morning. She said that that would be nice, so bright and early I woke her so she could have her sweet treat. What she didn’t know was that I had come to the conclusion that the best place for waffles, must by definition be in Belgium. Our daughters secretly passed me her passport and we were off.
It didn’t take her long to figure out that this was no quick trip to the local pancake house. No, we headed south to Dover, and caught the ferry and made our way the Bruges.
We found a wonderful Flemish-gabled shop that served amazing waffles. Next we went for hot chocolate at the Old Chocolate House on Mariastraat. This was no mildly chocolate-flavoured milk product, but hot liquid artisan cocoa.
Bruge was our first foreign getaway.