I have never been kind to Provo. I have no intentions of changing my attitude or moving there ever, but gosh darn-it if Provo doesn’t keep serving me up surprises.
Good surprises.
Not that I recommend anyone visit that city, but if you do, go to Taste.
They make, and sell, chocolate. Good chocolate.
Surrounded by pseudo French styled decor you can sidle up to the bar for an $8 chocolate and balsamic tasting. Or you could spend just a touch more for afternoon tea, Friday night chocolate and cheese pairings, or, because of where you are, non-alcoholic wine.
I am a bottom dweller so I ponied up 8 bucks.
For that I got a square of 6 different chocolates, 3 balsamics , and a taste of the stuff Nutella is trying to be. The chocolatier explained as we went a long what it was we were eating and the process of its production.
By far the best was called Karamelizalt Levendulaviragok Csillaganizsos Tejcsokoladeban. Those are real words. I didn’t make that up. This stuff won a silver medal at the Academy of Chocolate and it is the only milk chocolate I like- because it also has caramelized lavender and anise- and my heart. It also has my heart.
What I walked away with is this stuff made in Portland called Pok Pok Som. It is a drinking vinegar with ginger and I think I swooned.
Swooned? In Provo?
Aw-shucks.
Brohammas 
Dude, you don’t like Provo? Some of my best girlfriends were from Provo.
And you’d better be careful with all these desert posts, they catch up with you.
I don’t feel my beard has any reflection on the quality of my character. And “catch up”? Try “caught up.” The damage is done.
A fitting commentary on a place that i hope to visit on our next trip to Utah. Hopefully, we will be putting a kid in the Provo school up there. I am not a chocolate fan. But the wife is one. I want to check it out just to get her reaction. I am sure I can fine something here in good old Peoria, AZ. I love Utah in the spring, though.