If you live in London and haven’t been to the Dark Sugars Cocoa House on Brick Lane, you are living a half-life. You are missing out on a core memory. It’s a rite of passage for anyone with a sweet tooth.
Is it a tourist trap? Maybe a little. But it’s a trap you’ll happily walk into, again and again. It’s like that one friend who always talks about their “amazing” vacation photos—annoying, but you secretly wish you were in them.
So go. Prepare to get sticky. Prepare to question everything you knew about chocolate. And for the love of all that is holy, don’t wear a white shirt. You have been warned. And you’ll be glad you were.
