After my disappointing experience with the lauded (but sadly mediocre) waffles at Maison Dandoy, it felt like I had unfinished business. How could I leave Belgium without having delicious waffles?
Obviously you can’t go to Belgium without getting waffles.
I mean, I guess technically you could. If you’re an idiot.
I was already a pretty big fan of the stroopwafels you can get back home — the round, thin discs of crispy, chewy, caramel-filled waffles that usually come in a cellophane-wrapped pile of five or six. They’re delicious.
But my stroopwafel love has been kicked to the next level, because I just had a freshly-made one in Amsterdam, and it was everything. It was one of the best things I’ve eaten in a long, long time.