IJskoud De Beste

I spent the second half of my Amsterdam visit trying to find a waffle like this one. Let me make it easy for you: don’t bother. There is no waffle like this one. This was the best waffle of my whole life. I’m so confident about this that I’ll say it’s also the best waffle of your whole life, even if you a haven’t had it yet.
We were being hosted for dinner with friends, merrily eating and laughing, drinking our weight in Heineken, when our hosts suggested dessert. Thinking back on it now, I feel like a fool.
Hostess: now it’s time for dessert!
Us: bla bla we don’t really need to bla bla it’s okay.
Hostess: Nope! Host, can you go to grab us a sweet treat?
Host: Where? Place 1, which is closer to the house?
Hostess: Nope! Place 2 is the best.
Us: No really, it’s okay. We are only missing out on the best thing that ever happened to our bodies.
Hostess: Dessert! Place 2!
Host: oh okay.
Thank baby Jesus Place 2 was Iyskoud De Beste, and that our gracious hostess insisted, and that kind host complied. 20 minutes later my lemon ice cream scoop was united with my warm waffle and stars burst from my eyes while Gary Wright’s «Dream Weaver» played in the background. There were mysterious little crispy slivers embedded in it. They may have been almonds, or sugar, or coconut. I have no idea. But they made my world a better place.
The best.
I’m serious.
Get this waffle.
Do it.