There's a little chocolate shop in Hanover called "The Chocolate Shop," and in addition to several cases of beautiful-looking candies and chocolates, they have one of those stirry drink dispenser thingies of sipping chocolate. It's heated chocolate, lemon zest, cinnamon, and vanilla... and it's absolutely heavenly. It's as much a quantum leap above typical hot chocolate as filet mignon is above Alpo.
Age and I are waiting at a table in the back of a pretty empty Everything But Anchovies for the rest of the pre-hockey dinner gang to get here. I needed to send this weekend's BFG e-mail, which for some reason I couldn't send this morning, so I grabbed my laptop. There's a football game on the TV, and there's a pint of Long Trail ready for me.