After a particularly wonderful night of drinking in downtown Houston, my friend and I were forced to spend the entire day recovering. I blame it less on the amount and more so on the drink she introduced me to (half blue moon + half frozen screwdriver). I learned the hard way why they tell you not to mix beer and liquor - the slushy of doom was delicious but definitely not worth the after effects. The last stop on our "hey let's eat and sleep till we feel better" tour was the Chocolate Bar. I'm amazed that I've been a frequent visitor to Houston and never discovered this place.
My thighs were happy this managed to stay a secret to me for so long, however my stomach had other opinions on the matter.
"It's like the real life version of Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory... without the chocolate river"
They literally have everything and anything you could think of. Even if you don't like chocolate.
Even if you are a little on the health conscious side.
When I say "anything" . . . I truly mean it.
I was advised to get the Pringle and it was fantastic. A little more chocolate than chip, but I wasn't complaining.