I know that I promised to write about historic chocolate rituals today, but I haven't had time to read that book yet. Somehow, though, I did find time yesterday to indulge in a visit to
Now, I'm familiar with wine flights—a menu option that offers small tastes of several different wines in some sort of themed progression—but I had never heard of a "hot cocoa flight" before. As a chronically indecisive diner, I appreciate the concept. Instead of having to choose among salted caramel, peanut butter, or dark cocoa, I got to try all three!
The flight arrived in three lovely little glass goblets, artfully lined up on a platter with garnishes of flaked chocolate and caramel syrup. My friends had opted for full-sized mugs of cocoa (dark and milk), which were topped with a handmade square marshmallow. We fell silent for several moments as we sipped and passed glasses around in the candlelight. It did feel a bit ritualistic, somehow.
The verdict: Dark chocolate cocoa was everyone's favorite, with milk chocolate a close runner-up. The peanut-butter was as delicious as a Reese's peanut-butter cup, which is to say, the sugar and peanut tastes definitely outmuscled the cocoa. (Tasty, but only in small doses.) And the salted caramel was like a liquefied Werther's Original somehow made even sweeter (did they mix up the salt and sugar in the kitchen?). I stopped after a few sips, lest I induce some sort of sugar coma.
The concept of cocoa bars/lounges seems to be a growing trend, at least in DC, where three of them have opened since I moved to the area in late 2007 (I'd like to think there was a connection between those events, but there's not, of course). I've still got to try ACKC and Locolat someday soon.