Last September, right before the financial downward cycle, I was on a business trip with my manager in London, when I spent about 7 pounds (yes, about $14 U.S. dollars out of my own pocket) on a 4 oz. cup of dark drinking chocolate. It might have been the single most memorable chocolate consumption experience of my nearly 30-years of existence.
I found a great NW blog post from Luna Café detailing the distinctions between hot chocolate, hot cocoa, and drinking chocolate. Essentially, drinking chocolate is literally melted high quality chocolate with cream and cocoa butter, making a very rich and decadent beverage. You might recall Starbucks a few years back tried to market a drinking chocolate, Chantico (which was my first exposure to this delicacy), but they pulled the product after the first season much to my dismay.
But back to my London drinking chocolate memories …
I have to set up the experience that surrounded this gourmet endeavor. Because, for the most part, the discovery of the Chocolate Bar and indulgent purchase of said drinking chocolate was completely spontaneous. First, we spent the Saturday morning before flying home to Seattle wandering the city by foot–both agreeing that the best way to see and enjoy any new city is to explore organically and not pay for predictable tours.
So we meandered with little agenda nor timetable from our hotel in SoHo to Buckingham Palace, Victoria, Knightsbridge, through Hyde Park, down Piccadilly, through the Theatre District and Covent Garden–the whole journey relaxing and lively, taking something like four hours.
It was somewhere between Knightsbridge and Hyde Park that we entered the Harrods department store. I have to note, though my second trip to London, this was my first time in Harrods, which I can only describe for those who have never been as the combination of Bloomingdales, Dean and Deluca, and a Vegas casino. You could eat sushi, buy an expensive steak, visit a Princess Di memorial, gander at 2,000 pound painting for sale, listen to live opera music, and buy a designer gown all in the span of 45 minutes. We opted to explore the many floors and ran into a mention of a chocolate bar on a sign. Knowing my love of all things chocolate, my manager was kind enough to attempt to find this location within the massive Harrods retail extravaganza.
As soon as we came upon the Chocolate Bar, my heart skipped a beat (I’m not actually kidding, here, my knees probably swooned a little too!).
I was smart enough to take some photos of the before and after-I do recommend making this a must-see and taste activity for anyone in London. Each warm, intense sip only more deeply affirmed my passionate love affair with chocolate. Screw the calories or fat count-this stuff is supposed to have health benefits or something. The cup was served with a metal spoon that doubled as a straw. Yum.
It is fairly obvious from the state of the “after” cup that I enjoyed my beverage thoroughly. Pictures are worth a thousand words, are they not?
So, I digress. Something about the recent March cold weather and intensity of the depressing headlines has reignited this memory and grown into a full bodied craving. Last night, in Kent, WA before going to the minor league T-birds hockey game with my husband, I ordered a extra dark Dutched chocolate at Dilettante mocha café with little success. The $3 overly milky crud was served in a paper cup with plastic lid and honestly it was not worth the words to describe disappointment.
But, a few web-searches while compiling this post resulted in some potential Seattle locations to get my chocolate fix: http://www.chocolopolis.com/ and http://www.sschocolatebox.com/. I’ll be exploring these in the coming weeks to see if I can recreate my London experience. I may even shell out a few bucks for the ingredients and attempt to concoct the recipe in my own kitchen. Until then, I only have my pictures and dreams of the Chocolate Bar to satisfy my taste buds.