Ever since I have moved here to New England I have been told how amazing the chocolate at Burdick's is. There is a Burdick's in Cambridge, and I can attest to the fact that it is amazing chocolate. Particularly the hot chocolate.
And it's not just me! A while back I came across an article that listed Burdick's hot chocolate among the ten best in the world. So I've been meaning to visit the mother ship of Burdick's in Walpole, New Hampshire for a while. Yes, L.A. Burdick originated in New Hampshire. If you read that hot chocolate article, you see Paris, Vienna, Chicago, NYC, Buenos Aires…and New Hampshire.
So, in random honor of our illustrious history of U.S. presidents, I headed out to Walpole! It's about a two-and-a-half hour drive from Newburyport, but it was a gorgeous day. The route changes from highway to road to highway often enough that it's not boring. Not like driving I-70 across Indiana and Illinois which is an exercise in staying awake. It was a beautiful drive, too. New Hampshire is a gorgeous state.
So I arrived, and discovered that Walpole is so cute! If it wasn't so cold, I would have taken time to explore the town. These aren't the greatest pictures, but they kind of give you the gist:
And here is Burdick's:
Unlike the Cambridge store, this Burdick's has three elements: a restaurant, a cafe, and a store. The restaurant was closed, but I ordered a Burdick Blend Dark Chocolate hot chocolate and this lemon chocolate cake-pastry thing that was delicious. Then I sat in the cafe and read and ate and used their wifi for a couple of hours.
Here is the restaurant and part of the cafe:
The restaurant is at the far end, and the cafe is at this end. However, the other half of the cafe is in the store. That's where I sat so that I could spy on what everyone was buying.
This picture only shows half of the store. It's at least twice this big, plus has half of the cafe. I bought an obscene amount of stuff in the store.
I definitely plan to come back with friends to eat in the restaurant.
The drive home was also lovely. I had some favorite parts. First of all, I passed numerous "Moose Crossing" signs. I wanted to stop and take a picture, but there was never a shoulder to pull over on. I would have loved to actually see a moose cross the road. I mean, assuming I was driving two miles per hour so as not to hit it and kill myself. I hope that, living in New England, I will at some point, probably in NH or Maine, see a moose cross the road.
I also saw several "Snowmobile Crossing" signs. Sadly, the roads were clear so no snowmobiles actually crossed, though there were snowmobiles driving parallel to the road and down frozen rivers and across fields all over the place. So I also want to ride a snowmobile.
I also saw mysterious "Frost Heaves" signs. I had no idea what on earth these signs could mean. Is the frost throwing up? Is it heaving snowballs at people? Today a friend explained that the frost causes the road to lift up (heave up!). So you could be used to a road you drive all the time, then all of a sudden one day there is a huge bump. That's a frost heave.
It was a lovely day. Great driving weather. Lots to look at. And lots and lots of chocolate.