Minerva Chocolates

This place is extremely expensive in many ways, so be warned that isn’t for you if you’re a student, on the dole or place plain tight fisted. You have been warned. And it’s important that I raise these issues, because you will be cleaned out of what ever you have on your person at the time, because everything looks so damn appealing. Oh, you start off all right, going for one of their white, dark or milk hot chocolates, feeling pretty good about yourself, stuffing a few of the tiny chocies in your gob for good measure, then buying a bag for the trip home, plus a personalised message thing for the missus (which somehow goes missing on the way home) and a lovely and pricey as all hell box for your mother, which is also never posted. Oh, and you’ve gained three stone. True story.

When people tell me they don’t like chocolate, I feel suspicious about them. When people tell me they don’t like Minerva Chocolate, I trust them even less. This may seem a little unfair, but trust me — anyone who doesn’t enjoy a hot chocolate in their café, or one of their Belgium treats is NOT my sort of person.
This café-​cum-​chocolatiers on Cheap Street is a chocolaholic’s paradise. The friendly staff are at hand to tell you everything you want about these sweet treats, and will lure you into buying more than you wanted with free samples of the wickedly tempting stuff.
They also host confectionery making parties for an alternative hen party; but brides beware. You may not fit into your dress after an evening at Minerva!