I have had a lot of chocolate. I’ve tasted it in just about every form. Whenever I travel to a city known for it’s chocolate - Brussels, Belgium, for example - I make a special effort to enjoy it as much as I can. The older I get the darker I go, with my palette developing into a very harsh critic for anything mediocre or boring. Now I go for chocolate that is a minimum of 60% Cacao and is paired up with anything from ginger to bacon.
I’d go as far to say it is one of my preferred ways to self-medicate. Some people take Zoloft, some prefer a nice cold beer after a hard days work and some like a nice warm bubble bath. If I’m feeling a little low, chocolate has proven time and time again to make me feel better. A good party in my mouth is the best way to end the day. And I will always gladly forfeit the last ten bites of my meal to leave room for some good quality, not too sweet, decadent chocolate.
As many of you know, I am spending a month in a cabin outside of Seattle to work, get out of LA for a while, and spend some time with my best friend, Tara. On the way up to the cabin, we stopped to pick up some groceries. Our list consisted of healthy, fresh, organic foods and, of course some chocolate. She grabbed a bar I’d never seen before off the shelf and said, “Have you ever had this stuff? It’s such a crazy combo of flavors and I’m in love with it.”
“Lemme see that.” I said. Certain I couldn’t be impressed. The package read “Bread & Chocolate”
“Uhhh…ya. Sounds pretty boring. Can’t we get some more exciting flavors? Like, what about this dark chocolate with orange peel and salty toffee?”
We bought one of each and hopped back on the road.
Later that night, Tara didn’t wait long before she busted out the chocolate she chose. I asked her to toss me a square and threw it in my mouth thinking it would probably suck but could at least help me get my fix.
I stopped.
This was not a party in my mouth.
This was a scandalous love affair. Two flavors matched up that seemed so wrong but - oh my God - felt so right. The texture was crunchy, like a ground up crouton that was somehow perfectly mixed in. And the flavor of the bread was sort of a basic sour dough. This shit’s no joke. I was totally high. With each square I placed on my tongue, I felt sensations in places I probably shouldn’t name.
I aggressively grabbed at the package. “Where the hell is this from?” I was sure it must be from some exotic corner of the globe. Somewhere I needed to plan my next trip to.

“They make it in Seattle - right up on Phinney Ridge. Ya my friend in Boston who’s a buyer for Whole Foods came out to the factory, took one bite and was like, ‘Oh yes. We WILL sell your chocolate’”
They’re called the Theo Chocolate Company and they are the only organic, fair trade bean-to-bar chocolate factory in the US. So damn cool. So damn good.
They have a ton of different flavors and kinds of chocolate (bars, confections, etc.).
If you come across one of these bars in your local Whole Foods or Wild Oats or whatever, don’t waste your time being skeptical like I was. My only caution is that you might not want to be in a public setting for your first taste. The moaning it triggered in me was definitely NC-17.