Free from running errands and
running for my life, I sit down for breakfast at the Four Seasons for the first
time in two weeks. I ask Maricris, my waitress, about the Belgian waffles. She
replies that this is one of the bestsellers. Immediately I order it. Then she
tells me that it comes with whipped cream. Add it on please! Whipped cream for
breakfast? Most definitely! I move the strawberries away from my plate. When
Maricris asks me why, I tell her that my paternal grandmother has always broken
out when eating them. It’s genetic. She says that she’ll record that so that
the restaurant won’t serve me any. Now that’s customer service! Here is the
photo:
Four Seasons Washington DC Belgian Waffles with Whipped Cream, Mixed Berries, Syrup and Butter
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