Generally, I adhere to the travel principle of "when in Rome...", but when all the Romans/Londoners offer for breakfast is a protein-heavy platter of greasy nosh - bacon, sausage, eggs, toast, tomatoes, mushrooms, beans, and the mandatory "chips" - one must take a different course of action. Breakfast, as many of you know, is my absolute favorite meal, especially when it consists of pancakes, waffles, muffins, french toast, cereal, and all of the other high glycemic carbs we Americans love. Pam, my all-too-adorable roommate (pictured above), shares these sentiments.
Thus, on Thursday morning, since we didn't have class due to a teacher's strike, we ventured to find ourselves some pancakes. (This was after attempting to make our own from the pancake mix we got at Tesco. Result = flatcakes w/ a rather gummy consistency.) After a mile stroll, which included at least 5 advertisements for "full English breakfast" specials, we saw a ray of hope: " Waffles, 1.40 pounds!" We dashed into the student cafe of the University of London, happily placed our orders for two waffles each, and were deflated moments later by the man taking our money and handing us four packages of plastic-wrapped waffles in return.
Admittedly, these waffles, where ever they came from, were not bad. But I guess we'll have to travel to Belgium if we really want the real deal. Dad, I will happily make you some waffles as soon as I get home.
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