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Decadence, thy name is chocolate
By Gary Lukatch
Remember Juliette Binoche’s wonderful shop in the movie Chocolat? Remember running your eyes hungrily over the yummy-looking delights on display in her windows? Remember how her chocolates affected people in that little French town? Guess what, ladies and gents – Budapest now has its own equivalent of that little Chocolate Shop, an unassuming place named Rózsavölgyi, that rivals anything and everything seen in the movie.
Just a little way down Királyi Pál utca, off Egyetem Tér, the city’s newest, tiniest shop is nestled in a cozy niche you could easily pass by without noticing if it weren’t for one thing: the chocolates in the window won’t let you. I defy anyone who loves chocolate to pass this shop without going in and salivating over the myriad of beautiful, tempting chocolates on display and, as a result, buying as many of them as you can carry.
Katalin and Zsolt have brought the art of chocolate-making to a new pinnacle in their shop, open since late 2008. All of their wares are homemade, and they gleam and glisten and shine with a dark and dusky hue that literally screams, “Take me home!” The award-winning confections on display are truly striking and only add to the chocolate addict’s pleasure at finding this shop.
Whiskey truffles, pretty bon-bons, kakaó beans, csokoládé táblák, hot chocolate powder, csokoládé szobrok in strange shapes, all sorts of sensual goodies. I personally selected the square of Chili chocolate, which I guiltily nibbled on the way home, carefully guarding it from the envious gazes of strangers. Mine! And it was soooo good. Rich, dark Dominican chocolate with enough chili to make my taste buds stand up and shout “Ole!”
I actually debated keeping this little gem of a shop to myself, but I thought of all you needy Chocoholics out there and figured, well, why not. Better hurry over to Rózsavölgyi, however, before I go back and buy up all their stock. You’ll know the shop by the large chocolate sculpture in the window. And by the irresistible display of tempting chocolate delights. I’ll have to tie myself to a ship’s mast to keep from going there too often. Or I’ll probably just give in and end up like Alfred Molina in the movie, lying in the window covered with the creamy pleasures of chocolate bars and beans and candies. Mmmm, I can hardly wait.
