After reading a thread on Friday about hot chocolate on this board, I decided to sample Le Maison du Chocolat's version. I had been craving HC anyway, and the thread and cold weather combined turned the craving into a quest; it was also my last day temping in the Rockefeller Center area so I didn't know when I'd be in the neighborhood next.
So after work, I walked into LMDC, and requested a hot chocolate to go. An evil grin seemed to creep across the server's face as she asked which version I wanted. After deciding upon the 'Caracas' version, I braced myself in anticipation of the price tag; I was expecting to fork over four or five dollars. 'That'll be seven twenty-six, please.'
'It's _really_ good... we melt down seven different kinds of chocolate bars to make it.'
The hot chocolate was good, I must say. It was intense and bitter as no hot chocolate I've tasted has been. BUT -- I feel dirty at having paid that amount for a paper cup of hot chocolate, which I managed to slurp down as I would any dollar cup of cocoa. I don't know what's worse -- that it costs that much or that I actually paid it. I felt like once I'd ordered the thing, there was no going back (as I handed over the seven and change, I pictured my dad the cheapskate shaking his head and heard him saying in his Romanian accent, 'What is it with you? Seven dollars for a hot chocolate -- is this how you are spending your money?')
The experience seriously made me want to move to some little podunk town where waitresses call you sweetie and pour you giant mugs of 75 cent cocoa (whipped cream included, without even asking). New York is so utterly ridiculous sometimes.