Elijah F.
Google
I just moved to the area and was desperate to find a decent hot chocolate. After strikeout after strikeout at other cafés, I decided to give Pitango a chance—big mistake. ‘Hot chocolate’ is a generous term for what I got. It tasted like someone heated up water and waved a piece of chocolate near it. If you enjoy drinking warm, brown-tinted water with a hint of syrup, this is your spot. I walked out more disappointed than when I walked in, which I didn’t think was possible.