The massive central hall of the large supermarket—or perhaps a department store—was bustling as I wandered through.

Somewhere nearby, a sweet scent wafted through the air. It was rich and creamy, unmistakably the aroma of fresh whipped cream.

Is that...

Drawn by the smell, I followed it to its source, finding a waffle stand. At the stall, they were making waffles so decadent it almost seemed excessive.

"Wow."

Perfectly golden waffles were being topped with generous dollops of whipped cream, and a thick layer of sweet apple jam was slathered on top, sticky enough to coat your fingers.

It looked …