This is chez Angelina on the Rue de Rivoli in Paris where you can linger over what is arguably the best chocolat chaud in the world. It is so thick you can eat it with a spoon. (Added attraction: It's a great people watching spot.)
Chocolate, in all its permutations, must be savored slowly. That's the way French women take their hits: 55 percent say they eat it square-by-square (no chewing allowed); 50 percent pop a piece at least once a day and 33 percent admit to being "chocomaniaques".
Am I belaboring a point? Absolutely. But I'll let Claire, my nutritionist, explain in her perfectly rational scenario for those of us trying to lose or not gain weight why there's no substitute for the real thing:
Let's say, for example, you're longing for chocolate, it's all you can think about, your sole fantasy. What should you do? Diet or no diet, she says "go for it". If you don't you'll have a no fat yogurt, and you're still thinking about chocolate so you'll have another low or no fat yogurt and now you can't think about anything but chocolate; next you have a piece of fruit. And then what? You want chocolate.
At this point, in utter, miserable frustration you break down and have the chocolate, but you have now wolfed down all the calories in two yogurts and a peach and you're not psychologically satisfied. You wanted chocolate. You should have had chocolate. It must be eaten without guilt and you must move on.
"When it comes to foods like chocolate, desire has nothing to do with hunger, you can't make substitutes for desires, they're psychological, not physiological and life is too short to deny pleasure." Claire has spoken.