I flew from Belgium to Atlanta, and quickly hitched a ride up to North Carolina to hear some crazy people preach the good word. I met up with our Favorite Commenter, who tipped me off that there was an excellent chocolate shop next door! It was closed that evening, but I made sure to stop by the next morning before our drive to DC.
We arrived just before it opened, and they were in no mood to let me in a few minutes early, despite that we were on our way out of town. We waited, and once they opened up they sort of unceramoniously gave me a box of some remarkably exquisite bon bons. I felt like I was back in France, both from the quality and the unfriendliness! What a perfect segue back to the US.
I also discovered that the shop was to close in less than two weeks time, which I understand it has since done. So this review is basically just to rub in your face that even after my return to the US I was eating delicious chocolate that you can't have.
Bottom Line: If they had been a little nicer, I'd be quite broken up about the fact that they no longer exist.