The best meal I have ever eaten was in America. We were sitting in a small café when the waiter brought out a delicacy that was unlike anything I have ever seen and I knew that I had found The Waffle. I realised that it wouldn’t matter if I was alone for the rest of my life, as long as I ate this waffle. So, I called the waiter and I said: ‘Good Sir, I must have that waffle.’
It was golden and had a slightly crispy exterior but a hot, soft and fluffy interior. It had been glazed with sugar that pooled into the grid and made my mouth water. There was a small cup of boiling maple syrup ready to drown my waffle and a mound of whipped cream was decorated with sliced blueberries.
Think I’m finished? Far from it.
There were three large scoops of vanilla ice-cream dolloped on top which were melting slightly because of the heat of the pastry. The coldness was a welcome respite after each bit of the hot waffle. Fresh strawberries and caramelised bananas had been strewn over the ice-cream and they sunk into it like a mattress of..well.. ice-cream. It was a mess.
I know I said ‘waffle’ a lot but I can’t even begin to explain how amazingly un-wafflelike this waffle was. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever eaten. I think I’m going to cry…