My tongue is having the best time lately. I’ve been rolling it in cheese, bathing it in tea and dousing it in wine, and now it’s been tickled senseless by the glorious cocoa bean at Hotel Chocolat’s School of Chocolate. Honestly, it’s been utterly spoiled. I may have to go and force down some gruel […]
Walk in to any one of Paul A. Young’s caves of confectionary delights and you’ll be immediately overcome by the powerful aroma of deepest, darkest chocolate. Platters of individual mouthfuls are piled high in displays that would make Bruce Bogtrotter jizz in his pants, and an expensive hush blankets the room.