In what is a rare eclipse these days, Clo and I are both in the country and back home at the same time, which makes for as good an excuse as you could ask for going to the Waffle House. For reasons we won’t go into here, we eschew the Harpenden branch and return to the OG St Albans location, in all its converted millhouse glamour. The creature of habit in me emerges - why mess with the best? A malted chocolate milkshake precedes two of their incredible, unmatched waffles with chocolate sauce, white chocolate flakes, and an absolute mound of Chantilly cream. It is such a proustian rush of feeling home. As much as I miss it when I’m in Bristol, and as much as I would go all too regularly if there were one here, I am glad that it remains a hyperlocal chain of two back in Harpenden and St Albans, something to be looked forward to on coming home. Clo and I have a fun gossip and catch up, and it’s nice to have that opportunity too before she’s back off gallivanting round the world.