Ahh London. It would only be fair to start at the very beginning
(a very fine place to start) of my Great Awakening—the adventure that opened
the door to all that ensued, the reason I am still unable to remove myself from
Europe’s powerful (but loving) grasp.
London isn’t known for its gastronomical genius (I think
fish and chips and mashed peas receive just the right amount of credit), but it
is home to a phenomenon—nay, a truly brilliant human advancement—WAFFLEMEISTER.
To this day I cannot imagine a more perfect evening than
dancing to street bands along the Southbank on a summer night before cooling
down with one of those fluffy Belgian waffles topped with ice cream, fresh
fruit and a number of other scrumptious goodies. There isn’t much that doesn’t
taste good on a waffle. If heaven actually feels like the Strawberry Heaven,
you won’t find a surprised expression on this face.
My study abroad fellows and I quickly made friends with the
owners at Wafflemeister’s flagship shop in South Kensington so fortuitously
close to our dorms. They promised to begin plans for a shop in the US, but to
date we have not yet been graced with these celestial mountains of joy.
Where to go: 26 Cromwell Place, London SW7 2LD (hop out of
the South Ken tube stop and round the corner to your right)
What to order: Strawberry Heaven
Price: £3.95
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