Or so I was told by someone at work yesterday. So last night I took my decrepit old self out to meet with some other fogeys to knit. Because we're so un-hip, we went here:
Where I had this:
A traditional Mayan (Aztec?) "chocoatl" made with chocolate, hot water (instead of milk), cinnamon, honey and chiles. Also, they had very, very good chocolate truffles. Some made with tequila, that had rock-salt sprinkled on top. Sounds weird, but don't knock 'em till you've tried 'em. They were frackin' amazing.
Yep, this knitting thing is definitely making me old before my time! And I'm pretty OK with that. Though I'm thinking about getting this T-shirt.