Anyway, that's enough ranting and raving about my silly First World hot chocolate problems. Fortunately, the kind folks behind the counter offered up some of the regular milk chocolate flavor instead. Resisting the urge to give them the most frightening of all stank faces and storm out of there in frustration; I accepted their offering (with pretzel croissant) and sat down.
Oddly enough, this plain milk chocolate hot chocolate was the best of the flavors that I sampled this month. Unlike some of the others, it wasn’t sickeningly sweet (yet awesome) to the point in which whoever drinks it feels like they’re slipping into what I’ve come to recognize as the beginnings of a diabetic coma. It’s just right; not too liquid-y—though you can definitely taste the whole milk in there—and not too sweet and chocolate-y either. I’d be bullshitting you if I said that there was anything mind-blowing going on in that tiny cup, but that’s okay. It is what it is, and it was just right for sipping while hoovering up the remains of my croissant (with my mouth) before making my way back to the office. The festival will certainly be missed, but fortunately the best flavor is available every day, year round.