When in Rome you have the Pasta, Cairo... Koshari, Barcelona... Pallela, and in Amsterdam... Stroopwafels. If you believe having one of these sweetly pressed thin cookies with a menagerie of caramel or Nutella from a package purchased in some market, or even a lovely bakery, then you're missing out on the pure stroopwaffle experience of watching an expertly trained waffler whip one up for you on the spot to eat in it's original heated state and not merely warmed up by placing your aging waffle over a cup of steaming beverage knowing full well your stroopwaffle might have been weeks old, and, in stroopwaffle years, a day can be a lifetime. read more