The Yarra Valley Chocolate and Ice Creamery is a busy place. But given that, I was going there mid-week, neither on a public or school holiday, I felt like I had the best chance of getting to see the place during a lull. Alas, I was wrong.
Busload after busload of tourists just kept filing into the place. And you know what? I’m ok with that. Their wide-eyed wonderment and awe were worth watching.
Try out the free samples out the front and you won’t be disappointed. I believe that they were rich, rich beyond measure that I no longer wanted to eat anything else. Which I was grateful for.
They had stock from nearly every chocolate producing region with a write up about the place and the conditions that the cocoa beans went through.
Heck, they even had cocoa beans for sale.
I couldn’t go past the walls and walls of salted caramel flavours and my gosh. I don’t think I could have foamed at the mouth even if I tried. I think it would have been better for me to just pass out and let the paramedics get me out of there.
When my senses regained, the hunger from the long adventurous drive set in and my travelling companion J and I decided that yup, food = good.
The O.M.G baguette was amazing. Pulled pork with Asian coleslaw. And yes, you need a knife to cut into it. The slices you cut are perfect little bits of heaven.
The hot chocolate? For all things holy. Wow. Just wow. They serve it with hot chocolate already in it, but you have to whisk it around (little whisk provided) to make sure it all mixed in. And if you still felt like having a diabetic induced coma, then add the extra shot in. I looked over my shoulder and lo and behold there were paramedics at the next table. I looked back contemplating. My inner child yelled at me “YOLO biatch!”.
I also had to consume their brownie – the thing they are famous for. And I must admit, it was heavenly. Pure heaven.