I spent part of this past week in Chicago. One of my favorite cities for a chocolate crawl. I’ve done more than one. So, one might assume that I got to experience more chocolate bliss at Vosges, Teuscher, and Blommer.
Incorrect. I was on the ground about a day and a half and spent all my waking hours either training on the treadmill or in the lap pool, or in meetings on technical standards for probabilistic risk assessment.
To make this lack of chocolate adventure in the city even worse, when I found my gate at O’Hare, I also found this.
Yes, Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory, purveyors of some truly foul chocolate – to date, the only chocolate that I have reviewed and thrown away. It was that gross.
Salvation lay just a couple of gates away.
Oh Vosges. Even if I miss your Michigan Avenue store, you beckon near gate H3. God bless you. And bless your Naga bar, complete with curry and coconut glory. And last but not least, bless your intriguing, limited-edition white chocolate and olive bar.
It almost made my trip OK. Even the midnight return time.
What’s the best food find you’ve ever made at an airport?