Emily and I have actually been looking forward to going to this event (which is yearly) for several years. Unfortunately, it was a bad letdown. I asked her to write down the comments she was telling me in the car so here are Emily’s thoughts on the fling:
“You couldn’t really call the chocolate fest a ‘fling’ because a fling denotes that it was in some way pleasant. While Mom’s company was enjoyable, the rest, including the slim selection of mediocre looking boys and men and the coffee, was less then stellar.
The so-called professional chocolatiers, including some very nice boys from the local high school who deserve a shout out for trying to get out of their poor neighborhood and make something of their life, were focused primarily on presentation over product. While the chocolates looked nice, they tasted dismal and were often not credible for mentioning. Such was the boat hosting this fest’s dish.
I do not recall the name but it was a chocolate cream (I assume meant to be mousse) in a chocolate cup with a side of strawberry and nuts sprinkled on top. While this sounds delicious it was awful. The strawberry slice was thin and wilted. The cream was liquid, tasteless, and what taste there was resembled a non-alcoholic brandy. The one piece worth eating, and I was too disappointed to finish, was the chocolate cup, no doubt not made by the chocolatier chef presenting, making, and serving these.
The cakes and cupcakes where often stale and what was not, were moist to melted displeasure. The so-called ‘butter-cream’ frosting tasted like again brandy only this was more distinct and alcoholic. Mom miss-interpreted a cake as being cheesecake but it was over done and served in an ice cream cone cup of all things.
Suffice to say, we were not pleased and we will not be attending it next year. There were few who’s chocolates even tasted like chocolate the aforementioned alcoholic tasting ones where, you will be surprised to know, not from the homemade whiskey cupcake vendor. In fact, as I am under 21, I was not allowed a piece. In retrospect, I am pleased for I would have undoubtedly been disappointed.
The coffee as mentioned before was, Mom said, dreadful but then most places’ coffee is. In D.C. the coffee tasted burnt so I assume that is how it tasted here. Mom, I hope, will describe it below. They did serve iced water and whole, not skim, milk but that was of little consolation. The whole fest was a complete and utter disaster and let down. We paid for a 3 hour parking, we stayed for 1. The people were pleasant and the band excellent but they both lacked the ability to hold a candle in light of the horrific taste of the chocolate. While this may sound harsh, please refer to the reasons listed above.” (Edited for spelling only.)
She’s nailed it on almost everything. The coffee was overbrewed and tasted slightly burnt. The only ones I found palate-able at all were the Sea Salt toffee and the highschooler’s candy.