
Oh, heart be still. What a delightful afternoon. Yesteday I got Voila! all to myself. We made a date for today over a month ago and only had to postpone once so that is a record. We had several new restaurants to choose from but I talked her into going to Ruby Rock Brewery (its sister restaurant is my new favorite in Park City.) in downtown Salt Lake. We shared a yummy warm goat cheese salad and smoked turkey sandwich.
We talked journals and poetry. I'm giving her various writing assignments and then showing her ways to turn her journal entries into poems. For today's assignment she shared her love story (I always love to hear people's love stories) and also a fun essay about the worst bakery in France. So fun! I love her sharing with me and look forward to many more. We're already planning our next adventure.
Since it was my wheels on meals day, I thought we were heading straight home. But Voila! had a detour in mind.
She asked, "So have you ever heard of Bruges Belgium Waffles?"
No, why do you ask?
She told me the whole story. In Belgium (and France) you actually have street vendors selling waffles. But these waffles are nothing like American waffles. They are actually made with yeast and are moist and yummy. The man who owns and runs this teeny, tiny shop next to Tony Caputtos and across from Pioneer Park, is actually from the medieval city of Bruges, Belgium.
Here is part of a review I found online (and afterwards, you might want to run, not walk, to Bruges. Please call me when you go so I can go with. An adventure to be sure!)
"If you’ve had ’em at IHOP, you haven’t had the real thing. At Bruges Waffles & Frites, Vandamme makes and sells the hot, yeast-raised gaufres (waffles) favored by Bruggelingen, called the Liege waffle. Supposedly created by the Prince of Liege’s cook in the 18th century, a unique aspect of the Liege waffle is that it must contain small pieces of sugar within leavened dough. It wasn’t long before the gaufre became wildly popular in the Liege region and then throughout Belgium. The Liege waffle—which has a somewhat dense texture, is golden-yellow, has a burnt-sugar crust and is typically eaten by hand—shouldn’t be confused with the Brussels waffle, which is more uniform in shape, has deeper divots, and is eaten with a knife and fork. At Bruges Waffles & Frites, Liege waffles are sold for $3 each. However, the optional toppings are more Brussels-style, and include Belgian chocolate ($1), whipped cream ($1) or fresh strawberries ($2). The basic waffle, which is irregularly shaped but roughly the size of a 45-rpm record, is available plain (slightly sweet) or with a hint of cinnamon, which is my preference. I think it probably goes without saying that a Liege waffle topped with generous amounts of dark, rich Belgian chocolate is less a breakfast item and more the sort of thing you want to bring to an orgy. But, fair warning: Once you’ve had that particular rendition of a waffle, nothing else may ever suffice. The first thing you should know about Belgian frites is that it’s as much about the fry sauce as it is about the fries. And I hate to break it to you proud Utahns, but the Belgians beat you to fry sauce long ago. In Belgium, fries are always served with a selection of mayonnaise-based sauces. Frankly, I’ve always been a little disappointed in Belgian frites, but not in the sauces. That’s because I like my fries a little thinner, with the skin intact and double-cooked—just my personal preference. The frites at Bruges Waffles and Frites are as authentic as can be: hot, crisp and served in crazy-generous portions. A “small” order ($3) is more than enough for two people to share. There’s also a medium-sized portion ($5) and a large size ($6.50), which ought to be called “ginormous” since it feeds a small army. All the frites come served in a paper cone, with one free dipping sauce (extras are 65 cents). There are seven sauces to choose from, including curry, plain mayo, aioli and—my favorite—the “Andalouse,” made with orange bell pepper, fresh basil, mustard, cayenne, Tabasco and secret seasoning. " (Ted Scheffler-City Weekly)
