As the years passed and free trade agreements were signed the exotic concoctions of Birmingham became readily available in the ‘Ethnic Foods’ section of the local high brow super market. This in turn presented another problem for my somewhat jingoistic palette; foreign chocolate. More specifically chocolate coming from little old Europe. Let’s face it, Asia has never been known for its chocolate. It’s known for its chocolate coloured coatings and fillings and sometimes even for its chocolate flavoured coatings and fillings but never, ever, for its chocolate. A few years ago a chocolate appeared in San Francisco seemingly over night. Not only did one appear but several different varietals; rum and raisin, praline, dark, white, milk, biscuit ad infinitum; an apparent plethora of chocolate. However, I immediately dismissed it out of hand for several reasons. One, it was German. Now Germany has always been an object of ridicule to us Brits based on world war one, invading small countries, the odd world cup, wearing lime green jackets with custard coloured pants, eye glasses made from Lego and being single handedly responsible for perpetuating the career of David Hasselhoff. Secondly, it has a silly name. Which I suppose too is typically German; Ritter Sport. What sport and chocolate have to do with one another is beyond me. And finally did I mention that is was German?
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