It was August, 2015…
It was time for us to leave. My daughter and I had been browsing the Art Nouveau area of Brussels for the past hour and we had to get back to the Grand Place for our pre-booked Belgian waffle workshop. We made our way back to the “Hop On, Hop Off” bus stop and took the bus back to the stop closest to Grand Place, the central square in Brussels.
We were to meet a chef dressed in a black apron, standing outside the Tourist office. From there he would lead us to our workshop. Pre-booked and pre-paid ahead of time from home, I had mentioned the workshop to a friend who had lived in Brussels for a time. He had told me me to try the waffles with the exploding sugar. Exploding sugar?
The bus pulled up to our stop and I asked the driver how to get to Grand Place. He pointed the way and we made our way, walking down the narrow street towards the square. We took a right once reaching the centre and looked for the Tourist office among the vendors and crowds of people walking this way and that way. After walking for some time, and not seeing our meeting place, we turned around and went back to the centre of the main square. I asked a woman vendor if she knew where the Tourist office was and she pointed us back towards the direction we had just come from. “Not more than 50 metres and it’s on your left.” So we headed back in the same direction, our eyes peeled. Still no luck. I asked another vendor and he said he didn’t know of any Tourist office. Now it was twenty minutes past our meeting time and it became clear the workshop was not going to happen. We gave up looking.
Disappointed, we sat down on a park bench and wondered what to do next. Eyeing and smelling some freshly made waffles on the other side of the square we decided that even though we couldn’t make them, the best part of waffles was in the eating of them, anyway. We walked over and ordered two hot waffles – one with chocolate sauce and the other with chocolate sauce and whipped cream. I didn’t see the option of exploding sugar and I was slightly relieved. They were quite delicious.
After spending some more time at the square, we walked back to our hotel and I contacted the waffle place, explaining our predicament. They refunded the cost right away. Then later, as I looked through photos from that day, what did I see in one of the photos? The Tourist office.