Dessert blog, how I have neglected thee! Dissertation madness kicked into full gear for the past three weeks, but now the full draft is complete and has been sent to my adviser for feedback. Once I hear back from her, I’ve got some editing to do before I print it, bind it, and send it off to England. In the meantime, noms and more noms!
One of my favorite things about coming home is that my physical therapy/exercise schedule becomes way more intense, which totally justifies greater consumption of chocolate goodness. Right? Right. There’s a gym in New Jersey called Push to Walk that I go to a few times a week that specializes in providing workouts for people with spinal cord injuries and other neurological conditions. I can’t go to a normal gym because I can’t use any of their equipment (oh great! a treadmill with no harness! what could go wrong?), and I avoid regular hospital outpatient physical therapy like the plague because the physical therapists there force me to work on my wheelchair transfers. Like all the time. I remember I once told a physical therapist that I could feel my abs and wanted to do abdominal exercises, and she told me I was imagining things. So not cool. That was a rambly paragraph to say that I get my ass kicked (in the best possible way) by a trainer three times a week, which means I get to eat ice cream.
Cue the Chocolate Room (269 Court Street, Brooklyn, NY, 11231). It’s actually in a part of Brooklyn where you can find parking, so, kudos to them.
The entrance is slightly bumpy, and I do need to pop a wheelie to get in. I think with enough force, a power chair should be able to get in, but please do not quote me on that. Sadly no power door to get in, but there’s always a staff member by the entrance, so if you wave, you will be noticed.
I went with my mom and dad after a Push to Walk workout (you will notice that many of my future blog posts take place after a Push to Walk workout).
We sat next to a window, where, if you put in enough effort, you can spy on people who live in Cobble Hill.
We each got a sample of their Valrhona chocolate sorbet when we sat down at the table. I usually am not a huge fan of sorbet, but this is delightful. Don’t let the picture below fool you – the spoon is small. Regardless, it is a lovely sample.
My mom loves getting the banana split (but only if someone shares with her, so that’s what I did) ($12.50), and my dad likes the milkshakes ($7.50) here. Between everyone in my family, and a few of my friends, I have tried or seen pretty much everything on the menu. I’m only going to show pictures of the banana split and chocolate milkshake, but let it be known that The Chocolate Room has a phenomenal chocolate pudding, and the best mint chip ice cream I have ever had in my life. And yes, they make it all there. I’ll post a few more things in the TLDR section, only because I feel awkward reviewing things in the main post without an accompanying picture.
My dad’s chocolate milkshake looked fabulous.
The banana split that my mom and I shared needs some elaboration and two camera angles, because it is a thing of beauty.
The banana is split and then bruléed. That’s right. Bruléed. The sugar in the banana crystallizes and makes bananas even more wonderful. Between the halved banana there’s a scoop of Madagascar vanilla bean (where you can legit see the vanilla bean), Belgian chocolate, and strawberry ice cream. To accompany the vanilla, there is caramel sauce. Chocolate ice cream has strawberry sauce, and the strawberry ice cream has hot fudge on it. All made in-house. All amazing. The ice cream is topped with homemade whipped cream, chocolate shavings, and a real cherry. My mom and I asked if we could substitute their whipped cream with coconut whipped cream (which they also make there), which they did, and which was amazing.
If you’re not in the mood for a banana split, they make a frozen hot chocolate (called the Not Hot) here that would make Serendipity 3 (an Upper East Side tourist trap that gets way too much good press) cry tears of jealousy. Seriously, I have had both, and there is no comparison (also the frozen hot chocolate here is cheaper so you have no excuse). They also do excellent ice cream sodas and hot chocolate floats. I like to pair their hot chocolate with their mint chip ice cream, because at some point you end up with minty hot chocolate. My sister also loves their Black Bottom Butterscotch custard. I guess it would be easier to say that you cannot go wrong with anything on their menu.
And they have a wheelchair accessible bathroom. Score.
The Chocolate Room gets crowded at night, so I recommend going in the afternoon. If you want to get stuff to go, they have a counter in the front where you can order ice cream, milkshakes, brownies, cupcakes, chocolates, and a number of other Chocolate Room items.
There was also this super accurate mug:
There totally is. I bought a shirt from The Chocolate Room a few years ago that said the same thing. They have another location in Park Slope, but I cannot vouch for its accessibility.
For more information: http://thechocolateroombrooklyn.com/
Entrance: Small bump. You can pop a wheelie in a manual chair, more effort may be needed with a power chair.
Lighting: Better the closer you are to the window.
Counter: Not too high at the front, but there are seats at the counter that are way too high.
Coffee: Brooklyn Roasting Company (Fair Trade Certified and Organic, and locally roasted), Tea: Harney and Sons, Chai latte: bit on the sweet side. Also, they sell chocolate beer and dessert wines.
Pastries: All homemade, all stellar. Oprah loves their chocolate cake.
Other: Super friendly staff.
Recommended dessert item: Although not pictured, my all time favorite thing to get here is a scoop of mint chip ice cream with hot fudge.
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