After work on Friday, my cousin Janet and I drove up to Asheville (4hrs roundtrip) to see Amy Sedaris (more on that later). Before the show, we grabbed a bite to eat at a noodle place called Doc Chey's and then followed our sweet teeth to the Chocolate Lounge. It was divine. Great atmosphere, beautiful packaging, elaborate truffles and pastries, a lovely handwritten menu, delicious espresso... I was in paradise.

Suddenly, lyrics from my elementary school music class came flooding to my mind:

I used to think that mousse was an animal.
Rocky Road was just a rough place to ride. 
Black Forest was somewhere very far away, 
and Chip was a good friend of mine. 

Now I've developed quite a craving, 
and you'll always hear me raving, 
for a certain food that's high in calories. 

Don't even try and guess, 
'cause it's time that I confess
 something's really got a hold on me. 

Chocolate. Give me chocolate. 
I don't think I can live without it. 
In a sauce or in a shake, 
or a German chocolate cake, 
it's chocolate, chocolate, chooooocolaaaaate.

Damn, Mrs Phillipian would be proud.