They say that chocolate doesn’t ask any questions,
Because chocolate understands.
So when I’m in doubt,
I eat more chocolate.
Beyond personification, chocolate has taken a very prominent pedestal in my life. I turn to it for love, therapy, joy, trouble, seduction, sorrow, and everything in between. From an enchanting saga to a bitter burnt exploration, from textural terrains of it to a whimsical imitation of chocolate biology, chocolate is truly an integral piece of my personality puzzle. And so, on an sunny, summery New York afternoon, I ventured to replace lunch with chocolate as a dietary staple, infused with a plethora of alcoholic indulgences at the iconic Ayza Wine and Chocolate Bar, a petite rose hued sliver of tranquility (complete with neon pink menus) located in the midst of midtown’s fiery madness.
And so we did our wines and cocktails, with a cheese-less wooden platter of chocolates. Because the soothsayers and observers are right: I dream in chocolate. Even for entire meal replacements. For doesn’t a balanced diet mean having chocolate in both hands?
Starting off with a Nevada Pinot Noir called Seven Daughters in a shotglass, despite its sumptuousness, the valley dried grape liquor marked an end to my wine for the evening, for who could focus on the reds of life when quirky cocktail mixers were on the horizon?
The boys got white cosmos, owing to their reduced femininity with Ketel One Citroen and white cranberry juice, a tarter and cleaner version of its girly ancestor. I accompanied this with a clean honey fizz gin cocktail with Bombay Sapphire, St Germain and club soda. Both a clean, sumptuous preface to a few notes of chocolate.
The cluster of hazelnut milk chocolate was fairly ordinary looking, something I could’ve picked up in a mainstream arena. A textural valley of adventurous troughs and highs, it crackled and disintegrated into chocolate splinters in my mouth, owing to the high quality chocolate. Perhaps good old routine is a reliable backup after all?
My favorite was the pomegranate woodbury dark chocolate, only owing to my quirky addiction to pomegranate so well documented before. While too neon pink in their crystallized brilliance, the pomegranate flavors definitely shined through the woody dark chocolate, a mountainous cloak of refreshingly rich and non-sweet flavors that melted in my mouth.
And thus ended an afternoon of liquors muddled with chocolate on a wooden cheeseboard in midtown New York. The juxtaposition of all things I love.
Over time, I have come to realize that money cannot buy everything but it can buy chocolate… and that’s close enough.
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