I’m a terrible Brussels resident: I don’t like beer, I only like chocolatemade from hooves and brown food colouring, the kind we have to call“chocolate flavoured” now, and (whisper it) I don’t like waffles. Iespecially never liked Brussels waffles, those gigantic rectangularones, which have always seemed to me to be little more than acorrugated cardboard excuse to eat whipped cream and chocolatesauce.But now, finally, I ‘get’ the Brussels waffle, and my conversion camecourtesy of the Amigo Hotel, just a waffle’s throw from the GrandPlace. The hotel, located in a 16
century former prison, is one of anumber offering ‘Brusselicious Breakfasts’ this year: a selection of local and regional specialities designed to celebrate Brussels’ 2012festival of food. I thought the Amigo would be a good bet because thehotel wears its Belgian credentials proudly; there are Marcolinichocolates in all the rooms, TinTin themed weekends, and a Delvauxsuite fitted out by the Belgian luxury leathers manufacturer.As predicted, they’ve taken the Belgian breakfast brief very seriously:there’s Ardennes ham and pâté, Chimay and Baylli cheeses and atraditional ‘
tarte aux sucre
’, a thin, short pastry base filled withcaramelised brown sugar and cream (hello, diabetes, my old friend).Even the Belberry jams are local. Then there are those waffles. Martha Stewart tried an Amigo wafflewhen she came to Belgium, apparently, and I doubt she wasdisappointed. Mine was served warm, crisp on the outside, soft andspringy within, with a subtle flavour of fresh yeast. I would happilyhave had a second and I’ve never said that about a waffle, ever.Perhaps my residence permit is safe for another year?