So, I was having a contest with my friend the other day, where we were trying to decide what were the worlds finest chocolate bars. Apparently, there is a whole subculture which revolves around trying to find the worlds finest chocolates. They are every bit as bad as beer fans, only often fatter, with worse teeth from all of that chocolate. This friend has been all over the world and I mean literally all over the world looking for the worlds finest chocolate bars. Some chocolate factories, like this one in Maine which he particularly enjoys, are the candy equivalent of micro brews, putting out small caches of what they insist is the worlds finest chocolate for true local fans. Others of them make their candy in big batches, but still insist that they make the best chocolate in the world. I guess it is like my friend Carole said. For anything that there is out there, you are almost guaranteed that there is a community of people who are into it to an unhealthy level.

If you think that looking for the worlds finest chocolate is no big deal, think again. My friend, the chocolate fanatic, has literally trekked all over the world. He has climbed up in the Andes looking for chocolate brewed in local villages the traditional way. He has hiked across Europe, living on chocolate and beer until he was completely sick. And all of it, in quest of what he thinks is the worlds finest chocolate.

So, when I told him my opinion about the worlds finest chocolate, he was almost furious. I was eating a mars bar at the time, and was talking about how good it was, but he just snarled. He told me that it was hardly chocolate at all. I begged to differ. Who wants some chocolate which is ten bucks for a little bite. In my opinion, quantity effects quality. The worlds finest chocolate is something that comes in a decent sized bar, and something that you can afford. I told him that the difference between all of the different chocolate bars was minuscule anyway, so why waste his time. But the fanatic, he stormed, raged, and ranted about the worlds finest chocolate and how it lies in the jungles of Mexico for a full ten minutes. And the funnies thing of all is, he really has not said a single word to me since the whole blowup.