Then this goodie winked at me. Said: So what if I’m the last thing you should be having for brunch? So what if I cost almost as much as airport parking? Eat me.
Irresistible. Or so I thought.
Tasted no different than a plain ole Nestle Crunch bar. In fact, Nestle bars are better. This gussied-up number had no taste.
Duped by fancy marketing once again. Shame, because I thought I was being let in on a hip Midwest thing. More decent attributes: The Minneapolis company apparently was started by a friendly looking chef who followed his heart to became a chocolatier with his wife’s blessing and participation. Seemingly the best of intentions: All natural … sustainable cocoa and packaging … socially responsible practices. Welcomes feedback.
I hate that this is my feedback.
BTW, if you disagree with me on this one, let me know. I’d love to think I just got a bad batch.