When in Doubt, try a Chocolate Tasting in New York

They say that chocolate doesn't ask any questions, Because chocolate understands.
So when I'm in doubt,
Eat more chocolate.

Tucked in Korea Town in New York!



On an sunny, summery New York afternoon, I ventured to replace lunch with chocolate as a dietary staple, infused with a plethora of alcoholic indulgences at the iconic Ayza Wine and Chocolate Bar, a petite rose hued sliver of tranquility (complete with neon pink menus) located in the midst of midtown's fiery madness.

And so we did our wines and cocktails, with a cheese-less wooden platter of chocolates. Because the soothsayers and observers are right: I dream in chocolate. Even for entire meal replacements. For doesn't a balanced diet mean having chocolate in both hands?



Starting off with a Nevada Pinot Noir called Seven Daughters in a shotglass, despite its sumptuousness, the valley dried grape liquor marked an end to my wine for the evening, for who could focus on the reds of life when quirky cocktail mixers were on the horizon?

I first started with mango and paprika white chocolate, owing to my grimacing face at inhaling the latter in isolation. However, the tart mango and spicy paprika were an interesting (being a neutral word choice) to the cloyingly sweet chocolate.

 

Ever since my London youth of inhaling Quality Street chocolate, I always recall placing the orange chocolate aside as the combo made my tongue frown. Hence, when it came to the orange milk chocolate, I took a bite owing to the textural presence of hazelnuts, a nut whose woody taste was a balancing background to the briny orange that disappeared in milk chocolate.

 

Next came a visual stunner: a part white and part dark chocolate, accompanied by visible rose hips and pistachio bits. Aromas aside, it was a luscious bite owing to the chocolate contrast and crunchiness provided by the nuts. Not to mention how inspiring the colors looked for a menswear shirt print!

The cluster of hazelnut milk chocolate was fairly ordinary looking, something I could've picked up in a mainstream arena. A textural valley of adventurous troughs and highs, it crackled and disintegrated into chocolate splinters in my mouth, owing to the high quality chocolate. Perhaps good old routine is a reliable backup after all?



My favorite was the pomegranate woodbury dark chocolate, only owing to my quirky addiction to pomegranate so well documented before. While too neon pink in their crystallized brilliance, the pomegranate flavors definitely shined through the woody dark chocolate, a mountainous cloak of refreshingly rich and non-sweet flavors that melted in my mouth.
 

And thus ended an afternoon of liquors muddled with chocolate on a wooden cheeseboard in midtown New York. The juxtaposition of all things I love.

Over time, I have come to realize that money cannot buy everything but it can buy chocolate... and that's close enough.

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