Chocolate on Sunday, nothing else.

It was Sunday afternoon, after a long long Saturday night..

Just woke up late – obviously 🙂
Going out for shopping? Buy some new shoes? Just have a walk around?
Stop thinking, it’s time for a chocolate, very hot chocolate to keep this Sunday alive,
in a total relaxing place and enjoy the mood it could give you.

The answer was ‘Hemingway’. That little chocolate place in Piazza del Carmine, Florence. Once I saw it, but I didn’t stop there. But on last Sunday it was the perfect idea.
Well, now the ‘piazza’ should be also better than before, because the parking has been removed and it’s completely a pedestrian area, wonderful.

And wonderful is the smell you can eat just entering the place. Hemingway, why Hemingway? Was he passionated about chocolate, a chocolate-addicted? Wrote he about chocolate? I really don’t know.
And then the menu, where you can read about it.
Just a little research to discover this little emotional instant in Hemingway life:
…On the night of July 8, 1918, Hemingway was struck by an Austrian mortar shell while handing out chocolate to Italian soldiers in a dugout. The blow knocked him unconscious and buried him in the earth of the dugout; fragments of shell entered his right foot and his knee and struck his thighs, scalp and hand. Two Italian soldiers standing between Hemingway and the shell’s point of impact were not so lucky, however: one was killed instantly and another had both his legs blown off and died soon afterwards. Hemingway’s friend Ted Brumbach, who visited him in the hospital, wrote to Hemingway’s parents that: A third Italian was badly wounded and this one Ernest, after he had regained consciousness, picked up on his back and carried to the first aid dugout. He says he did not remember how he got there, nor that he carried the man, until the next day, when an Italian officer told him all about it and said that it had been voted to give him a valor medal for the act. As Brumbach reported, Hemingway was awarded an Italian medal of valor, the Croce de Guerra, for his service. As he wrote in his own letter home after the incident: Everything is fine and I am very comfortable and one of the best surgeons in Milan is looking after my wounds.

Hemingway’s experiences in Italy during World War I would become an integral part of his larger-than-life persona, as well as the material for one of his best-loved novels, A Farewell to Arms, which chronicles the love of a young American ambulance driver for a beautiful English nurse on the Italian front during the Great War.

Here’s the explanation.

And now enjoy the dark side of this post, from the very Belgian dark chocolate 99% (really hard to finish it!), to the less one 72%:

Belgian dark chocolate, 99%
Belgian dark chocolate, 99%
Belgian dark chocolate 72%
Belgian dark chocolate 72% in the back (sorry I missed this picture!)

oh, whipped cream really helped to enjoy them better 🙂

And chocolate at your disposal is in every shape and color and taste and flavor: bonbons, pralines, chocolate spoons, gianduia, macarons (or macarals?), chocolate with liqueur or grappa

chocolate in every shape
chocolate in every shape

IMG_0620 IMG_0621and let’s finish with a view of the place:

Hemingway chocolate bar, Florence
Hemingway chocolate bar, Florence

If you have some Sunday afternoons to spend in a relaxing place and mood, just try this chocolate bar and its wonderful chocolate, maybe avoid the 99%! or be sure to have also 2, 3 bottles of water with you – mouth dried up – .