Who’s in the mood for some motherflippin waffles?!
The answer is: ALL Y’ALL.
Because you just can’t say no to waffles.
(Unless you are punishing yourself, coeliac or obnoxious)…then fine.
More waffs for moi!
I did some investigative “wafflesearch” (snort…high-fiving myself) before we left for Belgium!
Although I usually cringe at the thought of doing the same exact touristy things that everyone else does on holiday, there are certain rights of passage when you visit a place for the first time.
No one goes to Florence and says
“Keep me away from all this perfect gnocchi and gorgeous gelato”.
No one “mehs” at a sexy hunk of crusty baguette freshly slathered with salted butter in Paris.
The point I’m making is that no one was going to keep me from my waffle experience. It’s Belgium, we are doing the waffle thing. It’s sorted.
So there’s this place called “MAX” http://www.etablissementmax.be/en/ in Ghent.
It’s this incredible little art nouveau cafe that specialises in waffles and apple fritters – even claims to have invented them in 1839! Here’s a little video about it:
After an afternoon spent schlepping around looking at beautiful churches, swans swimming in canals, drinking beer and other magical things – we plopped ourselves down in the wicker chairs and planned our* waffle attack.
(*I should note that S only ordered a beer. I am a lone waffle warrior.)
Isn’t it a beautiful building?
The inside is just as gorgeous. Who doesn’t love art nouveau??
So what did I order? Well…obviously I ordered a waffle.
A big, fluffy, light-as-air, splendid and amazing waffle. Crispy. Slightly Sweet. Yum.
And a fancy coffee… REAL fancy.
And then I thought…well if they really invented the apple fritter, I should probably order one…you know…since i’m here…
So I did! Eeeeee!
Then I made this face because GLUTONY.
S just sat and sipped his Chimay in a state of loving, and non-judgemental supervision as I tucked into my mountain of treats.
I did my best, but living a mostly carb free existence and eating (and drinking) carbs non-stop for 2 days was catching up to me by this point.
Since I was receiving no help from my (I don’t have a sweet-tooth) better half, I really only made a slight dent in my sugar feast. He always says I’m really talented at eating all the desserts and I appreciate the support.
I’m thrilled to report that everything was absolutely spot-on perfection!
When in Ghent, go to MAX!
Order the waffle.
Die of happy!
Next up – LIGHTOPIA!!!!