Going Places: Hot Chocolate

So I decided to write about Angelina’s – the loveliest tearoom not only in Paris, but in the entire world. Perhaps even the entire universe.

On the day Jess, Mackenzie, Mrs. Walker, and I had Paris to ourselves, Mrs. Walker was bound a determined we were going to find a tearoom that she had visited once before when she had vacated Paris in the past. We walked and walked and walked, somewhat unexcited, but eager for macaroons and hot chocolate. Yet, Angelina’s eluded us. Down we walked, block after block after block. We walked from our hotel past Notre Dame, past the Louvre and past the commercial shopping district. With sorry spirits, sore feet, and empty bellies, we were ready to give up the chase, wave the white flag in favor of hot food and a minute of rest. But Mrs. Walker was persistent. She pleaded and convinced us to walk just 3 more blocks, just three, and then we could surrender. So we trudged on. And at the end of that third block, we raised our heads and saw that, merely a block away was the tearoom! We could have run through her doors!

But we remained composed. Slightly. As composed as hungry Americans can be.

After being seated, we began to run over the menu. And we found that the tearoom was very expensive indeed. But we had come this far, right? So we did it. We ordered macaroons and one order of hot chocolate. After all, that is what we came for, right?

Turns out, that’s all we needed.

This hot chocolate came in a small pitcher, which we divvied up and poured into our cups. And let me say, this hot chocolate was quite literally, hot chocolate. It was the most delicious, richest and creamiest hot chocolate I have ever tasted in my entire life. I’m pretty sure all they did was melt some bars of chocolate and add a teensy bit of milk to it for a bit of fluidity. Because this was nearly as thick as molasses. And let me tell you, I am never EVER having any other hot chocolate again. It cannot be done. I can no longer justify the watered-down powder I call hot chocolate. Imposter.

My life is forever changed.

And let me tell you, it was worth every penny.