Raindrops Keep Falling on My Tongue

That's it. It's over. I am breaking up with The Chocolate Bar for good. It's not them, it's me. This relationship just isn't working for me anymore.

We had a lot of good times. And I love that they did for me. I mean, they reminded me that chocolate is a beautiful thing that should be embraced.

I've just gotten the point where the bad is outweighing the good. It's too crowded with pushy people desperate for a fix, the treats, though tasty, are horribly overpriced, the music, particularly the live stuff, is obnoxious and there's not enough enough unique flavor.

In short, I've... um... well... I've met someone else. We'll always have Aunt Etta's Chocolate Cake, but Raindrop Chocolates has stolen my heart.

Raindrop Chocolates rises to the challenge of giving the Chocolate Bar a run for their money. They have a dozen kinds of gelato to sample and oogle. It's creamier than its ice cream comeptitors. It's smooth like pudding. They use natural ingredients, so when you try the orgasmic Chocolate Blood Orange concoction, they've actually used real blood oranges in the recipe. And they're happy to give you as many samples as you need to figure out what you're in the mood for. I chose the Chocolate Almond Joy Joy, while my boyfriend had the Hazelnut. Both were decadent. There were huge chunks of dark chocolate in it that made it irresistable.

They have cakes, and while the at this time it's not a huge selection, their version German chocolate would more than suffice. They're all hand made on site, nothing shipped in from outside bakeries. I didn't have space for the cake, after all, I had other things I was focusing on. It's on my relationship to-do list.

The best, hence why it's last, are the truffles. They have a counter dedicated to handmade chocolates and truffles.

The truffles. Oh, the truffles. I was smart. I ate my malt truffle first, immediately after my gelato. A truffle chaser if you will. It was dark and creamy. Not overpoweringly rich, as truffles can sometimes be, but in a comfort food sort of way. It had just a hint of malt flavor, which was nice, because I was really after the chocolate.

But the reason anyone should go to Raindrop is for the Peanut Butter Balls. Yes, peanut butter balls. They are perhaps the best chocolate item in Houston. It's not made with sticky Jiff or some other peanut butter imposter... it's their own creation of peanut butter mixed with a little granola for crunch. Then they're dipped in dark chocolate and coated with milk. It's a dream. For me, who was so-so on peanut butter treats, this made me a convert with one bite.

I consumed more fat and calories in one trip to Raindrop, than the FDA recommends for a weekly intake. Well, these things happen. The nice thing is that I didn't have to sell my kidney to do so. It's reasonably priced. Two ice creams and four truffles cost a mere $13.00. It was more than a bargain if you ask me. It was love.