And then I felt a crackling spreading down my throat, because a piece of chocolate I had grabbed from a sampler plate was studded with candies like Pop Rocks. As I waited for the tracheal fireworks to subside and wondered if excess was a word in Max Brenner’s vocabulary, I saw Gavin double over, his hands on his stomach.
He let out a pathetic little moan, accompanied by words as true as any I’ve heard spoken.
“Not everything,” he said, “should be made into a dessert.”
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Max Brenner and the Critic
Frank Bruni reviews the New York outpost of Israeli chocoholic eatery Max Brenner Chocolate by the Bald Man. He gives it a "satisfactory" noting the milk chocolate is nothing special and the only thing worth getting is the dark chocolate mug of hot chocolate. He does discover the most disconcerting candy ever made: pop-rocks chocolate.