Mr Iyer's comment was so near to hitting the nail on the head that one is, as a former resident of Waffleland, obliged to come to the rescue of Truth and Honesty, a conceptual construction little known in the environment highlighted by the fine restaurants of Brussels, where the discrete belch expresses glorious satisfaction at a day's job well done, while the Waffle is relegated to the beach areas near Knokke.



Waffleland, long united in an often violent combat between 2 linguistic communities has seen it's capital taken over by two others : Those expressing themselves in CommissionSpeak, and those for whom Arabic is the normal mode. These new Communities has a number of aspects in common: Neither pays many taxes, and both consider their Belgian residence as an accident, unrelated to anything real in their lives, or the lives of their parents.



Of course the Head of the Nail is in the topping one puts on the waffle (not the background noise from the Commission, or the endless whining and wineing from the restaurants around the Place Sainte Caterine or the Place du Grand Sablon) but the wondrous apogee of culture expressed in the perfectly cooked "just so" desert. Should it be a fine soft creamy chocolate, as some modernists of the Commission for the EuroWaffle would have it, of the traditional light powdering of finely ground sugar (made by the heavily protected Waffleland Beet sector) ? That is the question.