I had a food orgasm today. Xocolata. Catalan Hot Chocolate. Pure chocolate bliss in a cup. The consistency of hot chocolate pudding. It was served to me with a skin, which I promptly ate. WITH A SKIN! I suppose I could make this at home if I added some high-quality cocoa to some Jello pudding mix, but somehow, xocolata in a Barcelona cafe blew my doors off. Blew my mind. The best. Chocolate. Experience. Of My Life.
Fuck Swiss Miss, the Quik Rabbit, and all their friends. That is the weakest pussy excuse for hot chocolate. I am going to tell the owner of the T-bird about this stuff. He could make a lot of money serving rich, orgasmic xocolata to Austin's cafe society.
I also climbed a mountain today. Parc Guell, Gaudi's whimsical park, is built on the side of a mountain and involved scaling steep stone steps. Lovely view of the city and the Mediterranean. The Mediterranean Sea! Blue!
Bob and I then hit Orgasmic Organic at La Boqueria where I had an amazing pile of vegetarian food. The combo involved stacking crepes, stuffed peppers, roasted eggplant, carrots, green salad, two kinds of rice, feta, olives, and a tahini sauce in a bucket and putting two forks in it so you can share it with you friend. Bob was only planning to eat the pepper, as he is not a friend of veg cuisine, but was so entranced by the power of yum he ate half the bucket with me. 10 euros for that thing, which seemed like a lot for it but SHIT WAS IT GOOD!!!!
Again: my perception of hot chocolate has been radically altered for life. I can't go back now. Not ever.
Posted by Zerd at December 23, 2007 12:22 PMLet's have a dinner party and try to make it!
Posted by: jules at December 23, 2007 02:38 PM