DelRey Chocolates

A group of neat Japanese tourists sit around their table in the “Chocolate Lounge”, a café-like extension of the deservedly revered DelRey shop. Between them is an abstract tea service tray with silver arms holding miniature plates that protrude in every direction, the three women sampling its offerings, the man drifting off to sleep in his chair. The restaurant itself has all the personality of an Ikea home office but no one seems to mind, especially a heavy-set elderly woman in a polka dotted frock, who enjoys a solitary lunch of deep-fried shrimp wrapped in prosciutto, surrounded by baby greens. Back in the shop, a gathering of elderly Flemish women in pastel linen shirts grin as they barrel past fellow shoppers like soldiers of fortune, their sights trained on a collection of chocolate-dipped cookies. BG

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