The West Village store clerk guessed (hoped?) we were up to some debauchery as he rang up our 12 pack and Le Petit Ecolier dark chocolate cookies. Chocolate. Beer. Dessert of Champions. His eyebrows went up as he asked Oscar, "Both these girls... they are with you?" We all giggled awkwardly in response.
A few minutes later, our host, Miss S, was "resting" (passing out) on her bed, in her cozy (small by our SF standards) West Village apartment. I put the beer away and opened the pack of cookies. Oscar and I sat on our own bed, in the dark, waiting to see if Miss S was out for the night. We nibbled away at the deep dark buttery chocolate cookies from Le Petit Ecolier. The thick chocolate is smooth, rich and balanced, without any offnotes. Having a cookie crumble and melt in my mouth just so was a sweet ending to a wonderful night in the city.
Days later, Miss S claimed to not like chocolate cookies, and insisted we pack them for the trip home. (She also mentioned not wanting to get fat.) Vacation memories continued as we nibbled the chocolate cookie treats while sitting on our faded couch back at home in SF. "They're so good," Oscar said, as we dabbed our mouths with napkins, and giggled at finally finishing the package. The "Little School Boy" is welcome to visit us anytime.