“Cinco churros y cinco chocolate caliente,” I ordered.
The waiter looked at me quizzically. “Cinco?”
“Si, cinco. Por todos.”
A moment later he returned with five cups of rich, steaming, thick, velvety hot chocolate. And two platters of churros, piled high. We all stared at each other. We had assumed that an order of churros equaled one churro. Evidently, an order of churros equaled multiple churros. We laughed, and dug in.
Silently, we dipped our churros in thick chocolate, making sure to fill each nook and cranny with delicious chocolateness. We mostly ate in silence, enjoying the richness of the combination, somewhat amazed we were sitting beneath a Tiffany lamp in a Churreria, a restaurant whose purpose is to serve delicious, elegant logs of fried dough. After we had each eaten as much as we could, six lone churros remained on the plate.
I asked for the check, and was ever so grateful that the waiter had ignored my request, and brought us only three, not five, orders of churros.
churros and chocolate
LoriLoo 
I have a crazy obsession with churros. YUM
They’re not something I could eat everyday, but every once and a while they’re heaven!
Mmmm Looks like deep fried heaven. Naughty but nice!
We immediately took a trip to the farmer’s market to look at fruits and vegetables. It quelled our guilt slightly. 🙂
just before reading this post my boyfriend went grocery shopping…of course this made me crave chocolate…lots of it! so I made the call 🙂 thanks for sharing
I hope he brought you back some delicious chocolates 🙂
I had to read this while I was hungry, didn’t I? This looks delicious – definitely a must-eat someday!
Hi JoAnna! It was decadent, not something to eat everyday, but a delicious treat on a brisk morning!
Oh my gosh, I’m drooling reading your blog post! I’ve only ever had them once but churros and chocolate are a match made in food heaven.
It was my first time having them – what a delicious combination!
Your story reminds me of an early morning, being out all night during Holy Week, churros and chocolate feast. How wonderful and thank you!
While we were there the men were practicing for Holy Week, carrying heavy bed-like structures on their heads. I would have loved to have been there for the real thing!