Brussels was an accident. I booked my Chunnel ticket to London from memory and ended up being a day later than the end of my reservation in Holland. And when life hands you lemons, you eat waffles.
Brussels is ugly, kids. So ugly that as I was wandering around I was trying to figure out why Europe picked it as its capital. More pleasantly, it’s incredibly diverse. I met a group of friends from Northern Ireland (two of whom live in Brussels thanks to an EU job) and joined them for dinner in Little Africa.
The next morning, my entire MO was finding waffles before I got the train. Belgium delivered.