Yesterday afternoon, coming back from the Hill, I stopped at the Godiva in Union Station. You see, I'd been slightly inspired by an article in Consumer Reports which rated Godiva Dark Hot Chocolate the best they'd reviewed, and so I was seriously considering picking up a little. Also, my sweet tooth has come back with a vengeance -- maybe it's the season.
Good thing prices weren't posted; sometimes I think Godiva operates on one of those "if you have to ask..." pricing models.
Here is a play-by play of my experience. Or at least as much as I care to type.
1) "I'd like to order a dark hot chocolate" This is gonna be good.
2) "$5.50? Really?" This is absurd. Who would pay this much for hot chocolate? Oh well, I learned my lesson.
3) "Thanks. *sip*" Dear God. Dear, sweet merciful one, who has made the cocoa bean.
[I proceed to stand there, sipping, for about 60 seconds. Nothing cogent forms in my mind. Then --]
It's...velvety. It's dark; it's rich. It's intense, yet soft and sweet. Not so sweet that I'm not transported (because after all, sweetness for sweetness' sake is pretty much the problem in America). It's complex -- I wonder if I could do a tasting? Maybe Godiva would bankroll me. Or Consumer Reports!!!
And so goes the mind of Hungry Sam. I hope you've enjoyed this bizarre, stream-of-consciousness look into my psyche -- but this is a great deal of what passes through my mind when I'm REALLY enjoying food.