"I only have the dark one today," the friendly server at the 49th street/Rockefeller Center boutique said. That was fine by me--though if you have a taste for sweeter, milder cocoas, this would be too intimidating and adult. I enjoyed its intoxicating taste. I sat on a stool at the counter and time stopped. I read a magazine, sipped, relaxed, listened to the man behind me talking on his cell phone. I thought of the movie "Chocolat" [year 2000] and the rich, melty sips Juliette Binoche prepared for Judi Dench. Remember that? She seemed to stir magic into the cup.
The lady here filled a little white china coupe with thickly whipped cream and presented my precious treat in a white cup and saucer with a chocolate-brown paper napkin. She suggested I have something with it. I tried to resist, but no regrets. I had the chocolate eclair. It was kind of slender--not fat and puffy--and perfect, with a ribbon of rich chocolate filling. The cost: Hot Caracas, $8, and eclair, $6.50.
Happy Birthday to me....almost. My birthday is this coming Monday.
Good night, sweet dreams, on a pillow of fluffy whipped cream.