I haven't been to Belgium for a long time know, I used to travel there
in work-related matters every know & then, but I have another position know & don't travel much.
The absolute upside of that is being home more & seeing the kids & more time to hone the occassional razor...
But, the worst part with it is the lack of genuine Belgian waffles :cry:
Everyday I spent in Brussels I had atleast one of those.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belgian_waffle
Thick, crispy, yummy, chocolate sauce all over...
There is a few decent places here in Stockholm that serves Belgian waffles, one of those cafés
are even run by a Belgian immigrant.
But somehow it doesn't taste the same.
Sitting in the afternoon at a Belgian café, a bit tired & weary from the last few days intensive work scheme, the server comes out, white coat, thin waxed moustache,friendly face, put this down in front of you...
"Bon appétit monseiur!"
Makes your soul lift & your life feel as smooth as a coticule-honed straight razors edge
in work-related matters every know & then, but I have another position know & don't travel much.
The absolute upside of that is being home more & seeing the kids & more time to hone the occassional razor...
But, the worst part with it is the lack of genuine Belgian waffles :cry:
Everyday I spent in Brussels I had atleast one of those.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belgian_waffle
Thick, crispy, yummy, chocolate sauce all over...
There is a few decent places here in Stockholm that serves Belgian waffles, one of those cafés
are even run by a Belgian immigrant.
But somehow it doesn't taste the same.
Sitting in the afternoon at a Belgian café, a bit tired & weary from the last few days intensive work scheme, the server comes out, white coat, thin waxed moustache,friendly face, put this down in front of you...
"Bon appétit monseiur!"
Makes your soul lift & your life feel as smooth as a coticule-honed straight razors edge