In New York, the debate over who has the best hot chocolate is almost as fierce and divided as that of the best chocolate chip cookie. (Is it Jacques Torres or City Bakery? Neither?—MarieBelle, you say?)
In Paris, the best can usually be summed up in one word: Angelina.
This 1st arrondisement salon de thé is indeed a tourist trap. But it is well worth dealing with the fanny-packers—not for the Mont Blonc, a dome of sweet chestnut flavored meringue and cream, and definitely not for the service, which makes you feel they’d rather be home, filing their nails. But simply for a pitcher of le chocolat Africain, the house’s specialty hot chocolate.
Smooth and velvety, it’s thick enough to coat your tongue, but not so thick that it sticks to your teeth (an important line not to be crossed). It’s rich and chocolaty, and served warm, not hot—another distinction that’s important to me. I don’t like my hot chocolate to be scalding.
Served in china, with a side of pure whipped cream, it’s the perfect way to warm up on a rainy spring day. And a decadent way to get your day’s chocolate quota.
226 rue de Rivoli