licking lips, eyes rolling back in head

Last night I went to Starbucks with the delectable Molly Crabapple, where we shared the new "Chantico drinking chocolate."

It's supposed to be "like drinking melted chocolate," and, indeed, it is. It also contains two-thirds of your federally recommended fat intake for the day. I dislike sweet things, but this drink was not oversweetened; it was dark and chocolatey and shockingly viscous.

Molly and I sat at a table and slowly passed the cup back and forth, each taking one small sip at a time, and making noises of chocolate-appreciation pleasure.

Next time, I'm going to get them to put an espresso shot in there. And then I might fall over and die of bliss. Dying in a Starbucks would be kind of ignominious, really.