Although these remaining bars are pretty bad in just about every way imaginable, I have a confession to make. The quality of these bars can, and probably will, change over time, so I’m not making any guarantees that this list will be valid next year, next week, or even tomorrow. Valrhona’s Le Noir Extra Amer 85% might actually be pretty good in the future, and Venchi may have even developed a taste for dark chocolate.
We often speak of bars that enthrall the senses in ways that only a particular origin can; or those that deliver a breadth of flavor only achievable through a proprietary blend or a distinct set of processing standards. Dozens of these bars come to mind, and they indeed deserve praise and admiration, but now is not the time. Instead, I want to focus on the other end of the spectrum, the amazingly hideous bars that make you cringe at the mere thought of them.
Ever since I moved to New Mexico four years ago, everyone told me that chocolate and the desert do not mix. Although this is true for the most part, I think they forgot about such amenities as ice packs, air conditioners, and overnight delivery, which are formidable allies against the desert sun. As vital as they are, though, I had to say goodbye when I left New Mexico last week for overcast Oregon.