Episode 7: International Waffle Experience

From the moment I got here I was told I needed to get a waffle with nutella on it.  Two weeks had gone by without too much trouble on my part in abstaining from the waffle pandemic.  But after several mentionings from a few of my roommates and then outside waffle references, I decided to see what all the hullaballo was about.

I walked out to Piazza della Repubblica and took a left, wandering in the masses of multi national people, mingling and weaving, like a hive with no queen.  In this meandering my eyes and nose find the first waffle place my path crossed with.  However, this stand did not have any nutella, but being too embarrassed to back out since the waffle lady had already started warming up my waffles, I got chocolate with nuts instead.  After a few minutes she handed me this warm, golden crisp of a wonderful chocolate waffle sandwich.  With each bite chocolate oozed from the sides of my checkerboard patterned deliciousness, sufficiently dosing my napkin and eventually finding my lap.  And there I sat in the San Lorenzo Piazza, my skin drinking in the warm Italy sunshine, children next to me playing with little trains, and enjoying this my little goodie.

But I came across an amazing discovery. As delicious as that calorie loaded sandwich was, it tasted just like waffles in America.

However, I was willing to give it the benefit of the doubt until I got one covered in nutella, as was prescribed to me by a majority of the waffle fanatics I encountered.  Also, I was under social obligation when I confessed my discovery to my roommates.

Days floated by with not much hoopla, until, in going to the open air market for some fresh and cheap produce, I spied with my little eyes a waffle/gelateria that had nutella.  Scampering over, I immediately ordered one (after some elderly women ordered gelato) and again had a very delicious culinary experience from the streets of Firenze.  

(As seen in photo, my victory in finding a nutella waffle)

Yet again, I will have to conclude that waffles in Florence taste just like waffles in America.  Well, maybe not all waffles, so let me specify.  Good waffles in America.  But it's all about the experience, right? It's £14 later, and I'm still debating it.

Until next time!

Ciao!