As a French expat in London, who's actually just back from the shop to get some chocolate : let me tell you how I burst into uncontrollable laughter when I clic

As a French expat in London, who's actually just back from the shop to get some chocolate : let me tell you how I burst into uncontrollable laughter when I clicked through the link, and understood by the end of the first paragraph that the author's point of reference was going to be "superior British chocolate". Followed by a long love letter to Cadbury's. In distressing disbelief, I glanced at the URL looking for theonion.com, before collecting myself. This is a photo of the chocolate aisle in an average Parisian supermarket: https://imgur.com/a/s3I2o7g https://imgur.com/a/s3I2o7g It was sent to me the other day as a cheeky taunt, by my brother who lives there and asked if I needed anything. Of course I do. You can see here at least 7 different varieties of exquisite, melting praline chocolate. Fine, pure darks of varying strength. The usual pistachio, roasted almond, rice, hazelnut, vanilla, mint, and the more creative (and let's face it : less authentic) pear, apricot, citrus, macaron, crème brûlée (!), raspberry, blueberry, even grapefruit ! I'll never forget the shock when I first moved to the UK, browsing through the aisles and naively looking for my standard French/Belgian/Swiss fare of dark chocolate with roasted almonds, hazelnut, or rice. I found nothing of the sort, instead on offer was potentially very fine chocolate laced with Wasabi, of all things ! Wasabi, I repeated in horror, taking a snapshot to immediately report the outrage back home. And chilli, yes of course chilli : the ubiquitous alibi in British cuisine, akin to gratuitous violence in action movies. The favourite lazy fix of bland meals that otherwise wouldn't stand on their own feet. A smokescreen of burnt tastebuds to hide behind. A pain that I'm aware (but still to this day can't understand why) many people enjoy inflicting unto themselves. I suppose this sinking feeling of mixed embarrassment, pity and smug sympathy I had reading the article, must be similar to the one British or American expats in France experience the first time they tune into the radio and hear the French try, and fail hard, at rock'n'roll or hip-hop. To each their strengths. The Swiss and Belgians are the unrivalled masters of chocolate, and the French at least worthy connoisseurs of the art. Now, I can't even begin to imagine how American chocolate tastes, having just witnessed someone actually put British Cadbury's at the apex of cocoa achievement.