On the 40th floor of Heron Tower in London, England, there’s a restaurant called Duck and Waffle. I find the symbolism of being so high up as to be above the competition apt in this situation. As one can imagine there is really only one thing that you can order when dining at Duck and Waffle, and regardless of the time of day it’s always on the menu, the Duck and Waffle. In reviewing the meals of my life I find few that can compare to the meal I had on my visit there. That experience redefined my understanding of sweet-and-savory and began my obsession with the perfect duck confit. Beyond the food, the company (a friend of my cousin who I had not met before and have not seen since), the views, and the moment in time when it took place has burned this experience in my mind and has since become one of the highest numbers on my critical-review-yardstick to which all future meals must be measured against. This however is not the meal I will be discussing in this review. The following review will mark the first non-dinner meal we have reviewed. Since this restaurant doesn’t serve dinner and instead has opted—for whatever reason—to serve…