Friday, May 1, 2009

NIMBY

Yes, Chocolate Bar has moved into my backyard. No joke.

I knew they were returning to a spot right around the corner from me, and that my neighbor to the left was to be their landlord, but I never realized I could see right into their kitchen. Further, they're having a party tonight, so I thought I'd mosey on over and see what delectable hot chocolate drink or Jacques Torres bonbon I could score. Not! It's a private affair. With a bouncer, guest list, umbrella holder by the door, and everything. I mean, who is the chocolate crowd, and how cool do you have to be to step under that umbrella? I'm actually a bit insulted I couldn't get in. How's that for a low blow.

Still, their mini chocolate croissants—fresh from Balthazar—are the perfect size, and I'm seriously going to have to control myself every time I walk by, which is about fifty times a day.

Must check on my bread pudding sales.

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