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I admit. I am somehow a hedonist.
So I’d learn how to appreciate truffles only when 15. It still surprised me most of my friends beyound 30 still have no interests nor knowledge about chocolate. It started to struck me there might be something wrong with my childhood.
“How to be a young hedonist." Maybe I should write a book with this title. This time, of course in Belgium, there’s no way I am going to miss local and international chocolatier. I was on my way to find Wittamar, a name I know for so long from my “Chocolate Companion but never had a chance to taste anything from them. It says it situated in the Sablon area, which looks all right to get there by foot in a early evening stroll. So, I walked towards my instincts, crossed the tram tracks, and climbed up the hill full of open air cafe. Then there it is, a grand neighborhood of Sablon, full of antique shops and boutiques.
However, I saw Godiva, Neuhaus, and even met Pierre Marcolini’s summer collection for the first time. (They have Japanese opening hours written outside their window!) There’s still no trace of Wittamar. I gave up very easily, and walked in Marcolini to get truffles de jour from the snobbish sales lady. (Why French speaking people just seem to be really patronizing when they speak to English only speakers?) But the truffles are very, very good. The best truffles I ever had, dare to say. They even have a London shop! (Well, I met at least 3 different tea shops, endless chocolatier in Brussels. I know it’s a village, relatively, but I still like the size, and price! better)