Hot chocolate in Paris -- dreamy

SOME firsts in life one wants to forget, others one wishes could happen again and again. Angelina in Paris is one of the latter [“When It’s Cold, It’s Haute,” Feb. 11].

I first experienced the rich, velvet hot chocolate in the mid-1980s and will never forget that first sip.

Along with the little pot of whipped cream and that cold glass of water, I thought I had died and gone to chocolate heaven.

It’s not often I get to Paris in the winter, but if I do, Angelina is one of the first places I go.

SARABETH ROTHFELD

Woodland Hills