Whenever someone says “hot chocolate”, two images spring to my mind. One is the drink of my childhood, piled high with marshmallows. The other is a tiny cup of weapons-grade chocolate I once had at the Granja M Viader café in Barcelona – so dark and thick you could, […]
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