Chocolate, Beer, and Pickled Eggs

I love chocolate. As much as I know I am playing into the stereotype, there are few things in life that make me as happy as good chocolate. Now that I am working in Long Beach, I take the scenic route to and from home. Belmont Shore is a cute little area just south of LB that has random events. This past weekend was the Chocolate Festival. The crepe man at Le Creperie made chocolate crepes filled with fresh strawberries and nutella and topped with whipped cream. Amazing! When we stood in line at 3pm (two hours into the festival), he estimated making at least 300 crepes already! By 3:30,those in the line that wrapped around the block were disappointed to discover the crepe guy ran out of crepes. We managed to snag a few despite the insanely long line.

This was one of the first events of Mehgan's bday week, so several of us had quite an adventure in Belmont Shore. This was the first visit at Le Creperie for several of us, and my "Mar" crepe was fantastic and was not overwhelmed by the seafood.

After chasing down the evasive BJ's Pazookie, the guys decided a bar would be more fun than following all the women shopping. While I am a proponent of this way of shopping, having three slighly intoxicated men shout at you from across the street is not what I had in mind.

Once we convinced the guys to stop yelling "Hey, ladies, ladies!", we found ourselves enjoying an overcast afternoon in the bar. Classy, I know. I don't know who suggested it, but someone convinced all of us to try a pickled egg. If you have never had the displeasure of one, be grateful!

I love eggs, even hardboiled ones. But when the egg is almost a solid, is a sick color of yellow, and comes served with mustard, I'm not interested. With some liquid courage, I was convinced to try it. Reaction below.



Chris, who doesn't even like eggs (if you have ever seen the ketchup he smothers the eggs with, you know what I mean), looked a little green. Ashley took it in stride, as did Christa.



The final strange tidbit of the Choco Fest day was the Vespa with a sidecar. Now, this made us all laugh hysterically. This lady had her dog in the sidecar with aviator goggles on. The picture is not the best, but I hope you can enjoy it as much as we did. Oh, and don't worry - she's not about to wreck. She killed the Vespa in the middle of traffic.