Angelina is much discussed in the internet, because apparently they serve one of the best hot chocolates in the world. Anyway, in Paris.
Unfortunately this leaked out a few years ago, and it is practically impossible to get in on the weekend, which is when I am in Paris. The queues snake around the block several times, and I am not prepared to wait for hours for even the best hot chocolate ever.
However, just to throw a spanner in the works of fate, last week I went on a weekday. My friend the Goth and I first went to my club for a nice poolside lunch (she changed clothes before we entered), and then meandered about, thinking of maybe dripping into the Louvre or something.
And what did I see as we trickled down the Rue de Rivoli? A totally queueless Angelina!!!! Well, almost queueless, there were maybe half a dozen people waiting. We immediately joined that tiny little queue, and within ten minutes had a table.
The hot chocolate really is very good! Not too sweet, served with lots of whipped cream. Delicious.
I took lots of photos inside, because somehow I don't think I am going to get this lucky ever again!
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| Outside of Angelina, Rue de Rivoli |
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| Inside looking up from the entrance |
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| There is a shop that sells chocolate and cakes as well |
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| Inside the restaurant, founded in 1903 |
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| Let the feast begin! |
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| A adores hot chocolate even more than I do |
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| Lemon tart - very nice |
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| The hot chocolate comes in this pitcher - if it came in a pot with a lid it would stay hot longer! |
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| Served with lots - and I mean lots! - of whipped cream |
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| Scraping out every last drop |
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| From the upstairs |
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| Strangely the upstairs area is completely empty of customers - if they served here, too, the queues would be much shorter! |
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| The queue got a little longer while we were inside - view from he upstairs loo |
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| Having had our fill of chocolate, we went across the street to the Jardin des Tuileries to admire the goats - not sure what they were doing there. Luckily there was a moat that separated them from me. I distrust goats, but they can be quite delicious, especially when young. I suspect that's why they are so ornery. |
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| Here it is again. |
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| Weather was changeable, we had some decent sunshine, and sat in a chair to digest. |
