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Angelina in Paris is every hot chocolate-lover’s dream destination. Its Hot Chocolate L’Africain is recognised as one of the best in Paris, so when I walked past one day and saw (miracle of miracles) that there was no line in front of the door, I promptly forgot my next errand and walked inside.
Immediately to the left was a beautifully-decorated nook, where a long display full of delicate French pastries, including Angelina’s famous Mont Blanc took centre stage. But I had come for a hot chocolate and I was not to be distracted.
The waiter, impeccably dressed in a crisp white shirt and black vest, showed me to my marble-topped table. Minutes later, my hot chocolate appeared in a small jug, accompanied by a small cup full of cream. The hot chocolate, while definitely not “thick enough to stand a spoon in,” as one food writer described, was certainly a force to be reckoned with. It was thick, and rich and absolutely delicious; certainly well-worth the ~8 Euros I paid for it.
Was it the best cup of hot chocolate I’ve ever had? Quite possibly.
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