I always wondered what that meant. Was it tongue-in-cheek, wistful, or just hopeful? I found out this week. On my birthday, Susan and I met a pal at a restaurant/cafe this pal just loves. She has been raving about the Chocolate Mousse there forever.
The only time I met her there, the waitress lost our coffee order, and we sat and waited, deep in conversation (as you do in a cafe in Paris!), until we both realized we never got our coffee. Once we called the young lady's attention to it, the coffee was delivered quite promptly and was excellent.
But I digress, as usual. We met our friend there, and after the kissing of cheeks, greetings, and etc, we launched right into the ordering of the Chocolate Mousse and the coffee/tea. After a few minutes, the waitress showed up with a ceramic bowl, about the same size as the bowl your mother made cookies in. Everyone's mother had one of these huge, no, freaking huge, bowls. This one happened to be completely filled with freshly made Chocolate Mousse. And a ladle.
You get to take as much as you want. We never asked the price. We just started shoveling this stuff on to our plates. And shoveling. Then eating. Then shoveling. Never tasted such incredible Chocolate Mousse in our lives. I think we OD'd on it. We may never eat it again. We have climbed to the top of the chocolate mountain. And we may never make another ascent. It was that good. And we got that sick. For two days we were just short of nauseous. It was the quintessential chocolate experience that never needs to be repeated. And won't be.
[this is good] Chocolate is an addictive drug. You will be back my friend. You will remember the taste, the craving will start, and soon you will find yourself salivating at the Chocolate Den - again.
Posted by: Pauline Shumake | 11/06/2009 at 08:17 AM