Mikaya S.
Yelp
First, let me fess straight up that I am both a coffee and choco witch... Meaning I love both dear bean-y affairs equally. So in a place like this, no other explanation is needed for the next thing I'm about to say, which is:
Mocha.
Did you all get the message clearly?
If not, then the rich, yet not-overly-sweet treat itself can help you spell out its very existence to its very last sip...regardless if you'd end up being partial to a charming little pink cup or its taller, more formidable gray counterpart...
-- this is the time, by the way, that you'd want to thank the not-so-sweet things from ingratiating my long-been hopeless, sycophantly sweet tooth and the rest of my life by extension, esp. when it comes to my health, which if in any way compromised, I sure woudn't be here to yelp about any more of my gastronomical longings further. But never you mind that, but this instead: the particular choco bars therein (the shop, of course -- where else might I have been referring to? Hello??) can also readily attest to their choco's sensibly subtle sweetness. Give it a test yourselves and ask the pistachios... Though the guy and I initially trusted the espresso... Turned out for good reason: for it remained faithful to my attestation about my Mocha by meeting the bar for a even a rich choco's sensibly subtle sweetness --
Second, let's all say iced hot chocolate so loudly it reaches the heavens that'll send forth this sinfully yummy and refreshing Liquid Choco to shower down upon us on a mere tilt of our heads, mouths hanging wide-open, our buckets clutched tight in both hands on either side...to catch more of, again, this not-so-sweet, but simply refreshing drink for us all to soak in, for really good measure. Though, if that were the case, then we'd have no further need for heavenly decadent, humble little spots to remain open. Such as this fine, local shop.
Last and in summary: let's all relax.
And, again, this type of relaxation is simply spelled by this particular Mocha.
And after that, we may also very well all chorus: Iced. Hot. Chocolate from Vesta!
And once more, the CHOCO bars therein can attest to all the sweetness claims herein. That this artisan shop isn't really for mere indulgence(s) of any hopelessly sycophantic sweet tooth, as much as it is an unapologetic indulgence(s) of hopeless bean-y romance*. (See intro for this reference.)
Additional notes:
may four stars ever be your heavenly guide here on earth till we all get to the real heaven...
And if you are still lost and/or a bit put off by these vague allusions, for the umpteenth time and I have only often repeated myself like a broken record
-- if any of you have followed my meandering yelpings at all as I wander here and there in search of good, not-to-sweet, 'ol magic since I first began:
four stars is the highest high I have ever shared of all my utopian experience(s) that have turned me into a believer of the said encounters.
Further notes to consider:
Just before spilling out these sentiments, I thought I saw "Ice Cream Sundae" while quickly scanning the page for the button for me to start typing... Which may very well be something to look into -- look into the Sun...and not necessarily my yelpings, esp. in the warmer, Sunny days... If any of you haven't yet by then, that is. Which case I doubt.