My Airbnb host turned me on to Lizzies’ who runs her small shop like a benevolent drill sergeant – don’t finish your waffle? She scolds you in front of everyone. The selection of waffle toppings is as long as your arm and I “only” ordered two – maple syrup and white chocolate- which also did not meet with her approval. Consequently several small samplings of fruit, more chocolates, and some kind of flavored whipped cream arrived at my table. I didn’t look up but I could feel her eyes boring into me so I managed to get most of the stuff down. I left that place with such a sugar high, I had to sit on a bench for about 30 minutes to recover – but her nod of pleasure and an invitation to come back as I waddled out made it all worth it.
