New York - August 15, 2001

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Cote d'Or chocolate

We admit we’ve always had a weak spot for anything chocolate. It always seems a safer, saner, and more effective way of dealing with hormonal mood swings, PMS, and nasty relationships.

And we’ve always has a slight (okay, slight) envy of all things European.

Oh, that style.
Oh, that panache. (Oh, that attitude!)
Not to mention that love of hygiene. And one thing is for sure: When it comes to the cacao bean, the Euros kick our ass. Right under the table.

And while Peanut M&M’s can be a righteous thing, for years now we’ve had a mad envy of one strain of chocolate: Cote d’Or.

It’s a pretty plebeian product across the pond, but it’s almost impossible to find here. Occasionally you’ll find the stray matchbook-size mini version (a “Mignonette,” it’s called) at the random deli, but who the heck needs mini? Bring on the mother bar. 200 grams of the most insanely rich, knock-your-little-American-pom-pom-socks-off chocolate made. To date, those in the know have had to smuggle back pounds of the stuff (ten bars at a time!) through Customs to sate such cravings. But we recently found ourselves (what a surprise) at Economy Candy, our favorite resource in New York for sweets, and whaddya know, there it was.

Score!