Local Heart, Global Soul

November 4, 2013

Drastic Thinking Is Needed In Order To Achieve The Taste Of Success…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

This page of my travel diary finds Family Kiwidutch and our Singaporean friend “Velveteen” (her Internet nickname to protect her privacy) in Bruges, Belgium.  Velveteen and I have just left the canal tourist boat trip, and gone to meet up with Himself and the children for dinner.

We arrive at the Church Of Our Lady meeting point at ten minutes to six in the evening and since it’s still raining hard, decide not to mess about looking for a restaurant too far away, which is how we ended up at  the Maria van Bourgondie Restaurant  just around the corner.

We are handed menu’s at five minutes to six and after greeting the older lady who comes to serve us I happen to mention in Dutch that I’m delighted to see Belgium Waffles on the menu and how  very much we will be looking forward to dessert later on.

Imagine our shock when she replies with a stony face in Vlaams “No, there are no waffles after six o’clock”.

We look at her in amazement, and I ask her if it’s ok then if we please order both our main menu and  our dessert right now, before  six p.m.   …we will have ordered before six, so surely that would be acceptable? My request is met with a flat “No’ and a look that tells me she is rather surprised that despite her spelling it out, that we are obviously rather slow to realise that no waffles after six, emphatically means no waffles after six.

Himself and I explain the difficulty to a disappointed Velveteen, who by now is seriously starting to wonder if her waffle wish is cursed after three failed attempts.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Suddenly as the waitress lady turns to leave I have a brainwave and call her back with a question… “Since it’s still a few minutes before six is it still possible to have a waffle right now please?” She looks surprised, but says, “Yes”. I instantly order five waffles and tell the kids they are ten seconds to order a topping or they will be too late making the order.

They are so delighted at the prospect of eating dessert before the main course that they uncharacteristically manage to make a selection in a nano second  (I think they were probably more afraid of me changing my mind than running out of time).

So this is how Family Kiwidutch and friend Velveteen manage to eat an evening meal in reverse: dessert followed by the main course.  Kiwi Daughter and Little Mr. of course can not believe their luck and can’t wipe the smiles off their faces.

Once Velveteen gets over the incredulously  unyielding manner of the “rules” surrounding obtaining a waffle in Belgium, she is delighted that we found a way to still enjoy one. So what we act like crazy tourists and eat our meal back to front?

We eat our waffles with an extra large dose of satisfaction that we managed to “beat the system” albeit in an unconventional way…  Now we can waffle on about the Belgium Waffle Saga with a grin on our faces and the taste of success in our stomachs.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Here are the links to our previous Waffle dramas…

https://kiwidutch.wordpress.com/?s=waffles

https://kiwidutch.wordpress.com/2013/10/09/new-1248/

October 9, 2013

Café Leopold Delivers Food, But We Get More Waffle Over Wafels…

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(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

After our first failed attempt at ordering Belgium Waffles back in Lochristi, https://kiwidutch.wordpress.com/category/belgium/lochristi/  and in an effort to find something that our fussy children will eat, we make our way down the row of Cafés lining the side of the large square called ‘t Zand in Bruges checking out all of the  menu boards on display.

Finally at the fountain end of the square we found one called Café Leopold that looked like it fitted the bill. Velveteen is especially delighted to see several of the cafés advertising boards with the word “wafel” on them and since it’s now so late that many other establishments are closing for the day, we hurry in before this one too announces that the kitchen is closing.

There are some other customers in the place when we arrive, but they are finishing their meals and once they depart we have the place to ourselves.

The waiter arrives at the table where we place  our dinner orders in Dutch and Velvetine excitedly places her dinner order in English, enthusiastically adding  with a large smile “and I already know I’ll be having wafels for dessert please!” The waiter gave her a deadpan look back and flatly replied back in English: ” That’s not possible, there are no wafels after six o’clock”.

We are all stunned into a temporary silence… What?!!! First there are no waffles before two in the afternoon and now there are none after six in the evening.

Ok.. if we had been in a small Belgium village I’d understand, but this is “tourist-trap-Bruges”and surely what the tourist-who-brings-their-money-wants, the tourist-who-brings-their-money-should-get, especially if it’s advertised on no less than three menu boards outside and is a food item that Belgium is famous for… no???

Himself and I ask in Dutch if it’s really not possible for our visitor all the way from Singapore please and are met with the same flat unyielding response “no waffles after six in the evening”.

It’s the topic of conversation at out table after the waiter left as we ponder the seemingly unbreakable Belgium policy of waffles only being available between two in the afternoon and six in the evening. Since we are here in Bruges all day tomorrow, we decide that we will have to make it a priority to order a waffle during the “permitted” hours.

Our dinner duly arrives and is actually delicious, I have a salad with endive, Little Mr. has a croque-monsieur (toasted sandwich), Velveteen and Kiwi Daughter opt for lasagne, and Himself for a board with bread, salad and ham. I am so intrigued by the Framboise (raspberry) beer on the menu, that I decide to forgo my Tramadol medication in order to try it.  Because of this medication I have not dunk any alcohol since my accident, so this is the first (and only) exception even until the present day. The beer was certainly delicious, but I did regret it later since the pain of walking around didn’t make for a good night’s sleep later on.

Himself went for a Kriek beer, and the kids for hot chocolates and ice cream deserts. Despite missing out on our wafels, we enjoyed our meal very much, and with full stomachs we took our tired selves back to the hotel for the night.

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(photograph © Velveteen) used with permission

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July 21, 2013

A Lot of Waffle About a Belgium Waffle…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

You are turning a page of  my journal detailing our last summer’s travel adventures.

Little did our Singaporean friend “Velvetinenut” know when she landed in the Netherlands, that less than 24 hours later she would be entering a café in Lochristi, Belgium with the intention of ticking one of her wishes off her  wish-list: to try one of Belgium’s famous waffles.

The snack-bar down the road recommended the Semperlo Café as the best chance for a waffle so we duly stepped in the door and when the waitress came to take out order I duly made our request.

Imagine my surprise when I had to translate the answer back to Velvetine: “Sorry there are no waffles until 2.oo p.m. please come back then”.

What?  There’s a time limit for waffles? Seriously?

Indeed seriously… apparently it’s not customary to serve waffles in Belgium before 2.oo p.m. and since we are passing through and it’s only 11.30 a.m.  it appears we are out of luck.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

I’m as stunned as Velvetine is, and the kids are very disappointed too.

They rush back to Himself because their second choice was a sausage from one of the stalls down the street that they’d seen earlier and we wanted to get back onto the road fairly quickly.

Velvetine and I order a warm Hawaii panini sandwich (smoked ham, young cheese and pineapple) to take away with us but it  takes ages to make.

After a very very very long wait we get back to the car as quickly as possible where the others are impatiently waiting.

The kids have spent the waiting time eating their lunch and lamenting loudly the absence of waffles to Himself, who’s as perplexed about the “2.00 p.m. rule” as we are.

Our sandwiches are tasty enough but the taste of disappointment about the waffles lingered.   We need to find the motorway again.. we have an appointment to keep…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

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