Chocolate Wasted

You would think that after eating copious amounts of chocolate, I wouldn’t be sitting here craving it so much that I’m dipping a spoon into an old container of icing and eating it straight-up. Than you wouldn’t know me.

Valentines day is synonymous with the brown stuff – and simultaneously could be the reason I can’t get enough of it. Perhaps being born on the choc-o-licious holiday has entitled me to being downright obsessed. Which is why Steve and I decided to partake in a chocolate tour for my birthday; a chocolate-crawl, if you will. Melbourne, being a city with some of the best chocolatiers, has many fine destinations to choose from. Steve, the researchasaurus, found no less than 9 worthy shops to fill our bellies with handcrafted, cocoa’ey goodness.

We made it to exactly 3 before we were on a sugar high that reduced us to light headed, stumbling zombies shuffling down the street, holding our stomachs. Allow me to explain.

 Monsieur Truffle was in the Collingwood neighbourhood; with its hipster décor and homemade wrapping, they only sold their truffles in the smallest denomination of 6 to a box.  So we picked up a 6-pack of Passion Fruit flavour and puckered up for cocoa kisses.

 

Second came Max Brenner. OOoh Max Brenner, you devil you. Steve and I dined on crepes stuffed with bananas, chocolate praline sauce and ice cream. Devine.

 

Third at bat was Koko Black and their chocolate-caramel mouse slice with a crunchy base and unsweetened cream on the side. Spiraling.

It was at this point that our toes weren’t touching the sidewalk as we navigated our way to number 4. I’m sure you’ve all experienced the symptoms of the chocolate overdose – belly rolls, the glazed over eyes, incoherent attempts at conversation.  We thought maybe lunch with some nutritional sustenance was a more astute option than finding #4. Slowly, we came back to life over burritos and margaritas and made a shrewder decision. We knew full well that 3 chocolate shops didn’t count as a complete tour, but we also knew that ingesting any more bonbons might turn us off sweets for good. Seems like we had failed, right?

Wrong. You can’t outtreat-the-sweeteater. I would find a way. And we did. We stopped off at Chokolait and Ganache Chocolates and got confectionary-doggy bags – which we ate at the outdoor theatre in the Botanical Gardens watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

 

 

The whole overly indulgent day was only lacking one thing – my dear family and friends.  All the chocolate treasure in the world could never replace the love and hugs I missed out on from them this year.

…So it’s a goddamn good thing there’s snail mail!!!! <3