Here's a slightly out of focus photograph of the best hot chocolate I've ever had in my entire life. It's from Butterfield Market, the subject of an earlier post in which I related a tale of how I almost jumped through a plate glass window to get a mini jelly donut. There was a description above the hot chocolate dispenser about why it's so delicious. Something about a mountain and the ejaculate of a thousand Greek deities. I don't know, I didn't read it.