Throwing down swigs of ice cold water to chase the aftereffects of a deliciously spicy Vietnamese soup, I remembered Cafe Latté’s jalapeno chocolate cake.
“Wonderful chocolate cake,” I told the friend sharing space with me at the big wooden table. I could see the river in the distance and it made me want another cold drink. “But a slow burn sort of sneaks up on you after the chocolate is gone.”
I’m feeling rather in the midst of that jalapeno chocolate cake slow burn right now.