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Heavens to Betsy. Another 5-star review. Either I'm overcompensating for the misery of Monday morning or this place must be untouchably good.
So. Chocolate. There used to be a wonderful shop - now defunct - in Kensington called Pierre Marcolini. In it, I thought the art of the chocolatier had reached its apotheosis. I was so, so wrong.
Mr Young, clever chap that he is, creates gourmet chocs. In the modern climate of luxury and authenticity in everything, one might almost think So far, so ordinary. One would be a bit of a flump, though, because this is a dark and depraved journey through the senses which will leave you shivering, panting, not quite sated and desperate for more. It's much like I imagine being bitten by a particularly attractive vampire to be.
So you have clever little concoctions of satsuma, or lime, or basil, or - believe me - port & stilton, or Marmite (apparently the result of a dare from a newspaper journalist) or literally squillions of other creations. They can't promise that your favourite will be available, because they make them freshly every week and they don't keep them. If they're not sold, they're not eaten. There's no call on whether they follow the Pret a Manger school for the disposal of unwanted comestibles, though.
Basically, this chap sticks things in a chocolate shell that almost certainly shouldn't be there, and makes it work with blissful results. It's a bit like listening to 2 Many DJs. It shouldn't sound good, but it does. Go, talk to the lovely staff, and dare to try and leave without buying something. Go on. Do it. Bet you can't.