Danger defined

This morning as I was walking to get my coffee, I noticed a "coming soon" sign in the storefront across from the back entrance to my library. There used to be a jewler there. It was a family run jewler, been there for years and years, and finally everyone decided to retire and close up shop. I had been wondering what was going to take over that space, since it's prime real estate being right across the street from the main part of campus. Well, now I know.

The Naked Chocolate Cafe.

This is not good. Not. Good. At. All.

And not because the Naked Chocolate Cafe isn't good. It's very very good. Too good. I've waxed poetic about just how good it is in previous posts, referring to trips there as heavenly chocolate orgasms. They make this incredible European style drinking chocolate: hot chocolate so thick that you have to keep stirring it with your spoon so it doesn't solidify. And it's actually easier to eat their hot chocolate than to drink it.

Having a place like that across the street is dangerous. Because nothing says stress release like chocolate. And it's going to be across the street from the back door to my library. It will be way way too easy to pop across the street during a 15 minute afternoon break for a bit of indulgence. I already know I do not possess the willpower to resist something like that. A place like that across the street from work is danger defined indeed. I'm going to have to start going on extra long bike rides on the weekends to work off all the chocolate I will be consuming once it opens.