It’s a little late for Easter, but I thought I should briefly mention a shop that a couple of friends of mine have set up in Islington. It sells the most glorious and award-winning chocolate that I’ve ever had the good luck to wrap my slathering mouth around. I’m not normally one for plugging stuff – too protective of the limited good name that I’ve managed to build up over the last ten thousand years of writing this crap – so please believe me when I say that this little shop is quite extraordinary and well worth a visit. No free chocolate was consumed before this post, other than the stuff that was available to all other passing punters. The shop is Paul A Young Fine Chocolates. It’s in Camden Passage in Islington, and features three chocolates that won prizes (one Gold and two Silvers) at the World Chocolate Awards at the 2005 Chocolate Festival. If that doesn’t whet your appetite, I don’t know what will.
I don’t know how normal this is, but when I visited they were serving little cups of hot chocolate served as the Aztecs used to make it. Here’s some being poured for me by the lovely Paula Le Dieu, who doesn’t work in store, but may be tempted to abandon her successful technology career for a new life as an experimental chocolate-taster. God it was amazing. No milk or cream, but delivering an experience vaguely resembling having the dwarf star equivalent of pure burning chocolate injected directly into your heart. Awesome.