There are two things I automatically think of when I think of Belgium.
Which, until this week, hasn't been that often, it must be said.
Beer and chocolate.
I consumed my fair share of one.
Mary's and she (they?) held a Royal warrant.
See that milk truffle at the 2 o'clock position? I got to eat that today.
It was alright.
It was okay.
But nothing to write home about.
Beer or chocolate?
Summer 500: 332.