http://blogs.jta.org/ENTRY_PERMALINK_HERE/belgian-waffles/ They are everything you expect them to be, and then some. Maybe I was just hungry and hadn’t eaten anything since the crappy hotel breakfast in Copenhagen before dawn, but from the first bite there was no doubt it was the finest waffle I’ve ever tasted. It was literally the first thing for sale when I stepped form the train at Brussels Central Station. I took a bite and stepped outside, into clear blue skies and mild temperatures, and for a moment ... I don’t know. It was good. en-us bharris@jta.org Copyright 2009 2009-11-13T;19:37:00-05:00