Inside, its terrazzo floor, chocolate-brown booths and pristine counter glow invitingly.
At the National Peanut Board's booth, an "adult' hot chocolate made with peanut flour — thick and molten, and rich as dregs — was being served, along with an instant peanut soup.
Condoms were dispensed free with Milky Way chocolates from a bowl at the Mount Sinai School of Medicine booth, where pamphlets on living with H.I.V. were available.
I have no doubt that, given the option, even Russell Brand would march into a polling booth and vote in a milk chocolate Hob-Nob as prime minister.
"House of Lies" actor Ben Schwartz chatted with Helen Hunt — that is, until a caterer carrying a tray full of chocolate chip cookies and brownie bites approached their booth.
And at another booth, I was given a square of "chocolate" that in fact contained no cocoa; it was made with ground coffee and vegetable oil and tasted like chocolate laxatives.
While devouring an indulgent chocolate cream cheese cookie under a large vintage "Viewing Booths 25¢" sign, I had my only hipster sighting in a three-day visit.
When I got back to the booth, both plates were gone and they were munching chocolate chip cookies.
This year's Chocolate Show at Metropolitan Pavilion, 125 West 18th Street, will have a booth where visitors can drop off coats to be donated to New York Cares, which is starting its drive earlier than usual, to help victims of the storm.
Soon after he walked into the carpeted booth for the final time, eating a bowl of chocolate ice cream, a producer in Detroit told him, "You're hot" -- his cue to start calling the game.
