There appear to be people who actually go to Café Angelina to have lunch, to eat club sandwiches with a knife and fork and be on their way. But most everyone else is there for one reason and one reason only: The chocolat chaud, questionably called “l’Africain”.
They are famous for it and it’s easy to see why. It’s served in a cup, it’s pourable, and you can drink it, but to call this rich, chocolaty concoction a beverage in the same category as coffee or tea is stretching it. This is a dessert really. Or, you know, an afternoon snack.
I ordered it and another one of their specialties, a Mont Blanc mound of meringue, whipped cream, and a pile of chestnut vermicelli that will trigger long buried memories in anyone who ever had a Play-Doh barbershop (and possibly anyone who ever ate Play-Doh). I regretted it, not because it wasn’t particularly special, but because after eating half of it I had difficulty finishing the hot chocolate. And I really, really wanted to finish the hot chocolate
So I persevered, and then another childhood memory surfaced: I remembered what it’s like to have a tummy ache after eating too many sweets.
Café Angelina 226 Rue de Rivoli, 75001 Paris, 01 42 60 82 00 website