There are times when chocolate is what I need and, although I always keep a stash at home, I don’t take it with me when I go out and about. Instead, I plan my route so as to make sure I pass the Bonbon Chocolate Boutique. A pit-stop there is a lot more satisfying than reaching into my pocket on the go and finding a gooey mess of cocoa paste.
The Bonbon Boutique is tiny, with just enough room to seat about ten people, but therein lies its charm: chocolate lovers huddle together in here to indulge their craving, away from the judgmental eyes of the Unhealthy Food Police. It feels like a cosy, exclusive little club where membership is cheap – the price of a cup of rich, hot chocolate – and the atmosphere is thick with complicity.
The folks at Bonbon also make their own truffles, using Valrhona chocolate. I might buy a selection to take to a dinner party – but I always get an extra one to pop one in my mouth before leaving the shop. However, if you get dragged in here by your companion when you’re having a non-choc day, you can always get a cup of tea, or coffee, or a milk shake, or some ice cream – and you can buy a bonbon to save for when the next “chocs allowed” day.