This is no ordinary chocolate bar.
Actually, it is. You can find them at any vending machine at any metro stop in Paris. If you're really lucky you can find them at the Carrefour too. Or . . whatever, anywhere, really.
But really, this is no ordinary chocolate bar. When I see them now, the last thing I think abut is the taste, which is probably what should occupy my mind first considering it's rich taste for such little cost. It's a chocolate coated wafer with some almond or hazelnut filling or something on the inside. And I don't wanna compare the eating process to a macaroon, but it has its resemblances. Light crunchy/crispy makes its way to soft and creamy. We like that kind of shit.
But the reason I like them so much is because of what I call "bueno bonding." When you can have a good conversation with someone really cool going over important topics with substantial content . . and then one of you whips out the Bueno bar packet, which comes with two individually wrapped sticks, each of which is broken up into four pieces, the conversation is that much better. It just seals everything up. And you finish your talk feeling like you really did . . have a sweet
For lack of a better way to put it . .
I got to know someone in my group really well one day over lunch by the Seine. It was my favorite time of the day - dawnish - just before the sun began to set. The weather was warm. There was sausage and wine and bread and pate and tourists on boat cruises going under bridges waving to us like we were the natives and they prided themselves so hard because they'd gotten confirmation from someone they deemed "French" when we waved back. We talked about things like religion, sexuality, our moms, being only children, our attitudes, our outlook on things, people, observation, relationships, best friends, school, people in our lives, things we admired about other people, their intentions, actions . . we had talked so much the sun began to set the lighting was orange above the bridge and blue beneath it. It was so nice.
Then he pulled out the Bueno bar and weirdly, oddly enough, it was as if that was the confirmation I needed from him, what sealed our conversation, what started our friendship. We all have friends, but how many of those friends are really acquaintances? A body with a face you can wave hi to and say bye to?
I'm happy he didn't let us go that way. For the sake of friendship, risk those 1,30 - 2 euros when you feel the moments is right. You won't regret it. And you cannot let it slip away.