I’m not sure why I like chocolate. Actually, I’m not sure why I love chocolate. From the moment it crossed my lips as a young child…I was hooked. It would have been nice for it to just have been a passing fad…much like pet rocks, sea monkeys or MC Hammer pants. But, it never went away. It only became stronger; more intense. It has turned into a love affair! It can best be defined by a very famous author, Anonymous, who once said, “Forget love … I’d rather fall in chocolate!”
On a recent outing with some friends that date back to my high school days, I discovered something I didn’t even know I was looking for. A random group met up for drinks first. Most went with the typical, frosty beer. I ventured out of my box a little and chose the Blue Moon on draught (with the orange wedge). Good call! But, it only gets better.
Much like a scavenger hunt, we all got in our respective cars and drove around until we found an agreed upon Mexican eatery. Again, most of us going with the traditional beer as our dinner drink selection.
After dinner, it was time for one more stop. Little did I know my life was about to change (cue the dramatic music). The group decided on Michael’s on 7th St. We found a table in the bar. Expecting to go with a glass of wine to top the evening off, when it came time to order, a question emerged from the tip of my tongue that would forever change my existence.
I looked up to see our server, a blue-eyed girl with a very cool, trendy, short and somewhat disheveled haircut. When she asked for our drink orders, for whatever reason, I merely inquired, “How is your chocolate martini?” Her reaction was genuine and priceless. In what appeared to be slow motion…her eyes closed, the eyelids fluttered and I believe she let out a barely audible “Mmmm.” A little different, but, a reaction much similar to the “I’ll have what she’s having” scene in When Harry Met Sally. No need for discussion. “I’ll have one of those.”
As I muttered those words, I failed to realize that sitting next to me was David D., an old friend whom I’ve known since elementary school but, just recently reconnected. When you look up “Dude” in the dictionary, David’s picture prominently appears…along with golf clubs, a John Deere tractor and some raw meat. He was speechless and looked at me as if I had just summoned her to be bring me a pink ballet tutu and a copy of Cosmo. I’d bet he has never been around a women who had ever ordered an alcoholic beverage with chocolate as the primary ingredient, much less, a guy. Commence the ribbing.
So, the drinks arrive and I’m like Pavlov’s dog…my mouth foaming more than the actual martini. I was not led astray. This may have been one of the best chocolate martinis ever to meet my palate. As a usual dessert person, this more than sufficed. Needless to say, I grasped onto to my Man Card due to the fact that, as I finished my martini, I noticed something red and round at the bottom of the glass. Before I could conceal it, the “Dude” next me realized it was a cherry. As if the drink wasn’t feminine enough?
If you are a chocolate lover, this martini will hit the spot. And, Michael’s is more than glad to have you for dinner or just a nightcap. So, if you are planning a date around chocolate or just using it as a pick-me-up, I leave you with this. Dave Barry, well-known humor columnist, summed it up perfectly when he once wrote, “My therapist told me the way to achieve true inner peace is to finish what I start. So far today, I have finished two bags of M&M’s and a chocolate cake. I feel better already.”