Turned me on to pannekoeken. You've got to try them to understand them. Yeah, they are pancakes, but... yes, you've got to try them.
Turned me on to Lucien & Eric's, a fritture in Belgium near Maastricht. Was worth the ride, they do make darn good fries!
When Rogier said "while in s'Hertogenbosh you have to get a Bossche Bol" believe me my ears were open! And my hosts pointed me to a baker named Jan de Groot (translation... Big Jan, or maybe Fat Jan... a good thing in a baker) as the ideal source. He sells 20,000 of them a week so he must be doing something right.
I expected from the description that they would be the size of a tennis ball. I was wrong. They are the size of a softball. A thin crust of pastry, stuffed with whipped cream, and all coated in chocolate. You eat them with your hands -- knife and fork could be used, but it's frowned upon. No way to eat them other than messily, but the tip I was given: flip them upside down and start from the bottom, so the chocolate forms a cup for the insides. It works, sort of, but count on ending up both messy and happy.