If chocolate is divine, then a piece of Theo chocolate is God**. I swear to Theo that while savoring a morsel of heaven I momentarily saw the meaning of life. In technicolor. As the chocolate faded so did the insight, but I figure if I just steadily eat fig and fennel truffles and bars of bread & chocolate I'll eventually end up in a white robe on a mountaintop sending supplicants out in search of Theo Chocolates.
The tour of the factory, for $5, is a great deal and THE perfect way to spend an hour on a rainy Saturday afternoon. You learn everything about the process, from growing and gathering to conching and cooling. (You should have seen Mitzie's eyes light up when they handed us flow charts). You get to sample chocolate along the way, including nibs, and see big machines like ball mills and stone mills close up. This was even better than any wine tour I've ever been on. And the aroma in the factory is heavenly.
In the end I came out smarter, happier and poorer than I went in. Ask me about theobromine. Or about the $34 I spent on bars of vanilla milk chocolate, nib brittle dark chocolate, chai tea milk chocolate, coffee dark chocolate, and bread & chocolate, and the truffles with burnt sugar, lemon, peanut butter & jelly, fig-fennel, and mint, and the bag of nib brittle. Oh, and Yelpstick, it's been great, but you're history. I now have chocolate lip balm. Sorry. Some people think I won't be able to make all this chocolate last for a couple of weeks. I'll show them. Or not.
Organic, fair trade chocolate? I'll never buy any other way.
**Uh, Theo actually does mean God. It's a Greek root. So I'm not quite as clever as it appears.