Why waffle around when Brussels is just down the track?

Our final full day in Europe dawned cold and rainy, and Erin was in the mood to check an item off her bucket list.  Just call us spontaneous (Erin's influence on me cannot be underestimated) - we decided on the spur of the moment that the Van Gogh and Rijksmuseum would not be nearly as fun as heading to Brussels so she could have a real Belgian waffle.  So we bought our tickets, ran to the platform to catch the train before it pulled out, and before we knew it, we were on our way to Brussels for the day.