Stumbling across the back entrance of this mysterious place I was pleasantly surprised when creeping into the ill lit theatre like rooms. A grand, ornate, intriguing interior stocked to the gills with balsams and chocolate. Wet and cold I opted for the hot chocolate, quite expensive since you have to make it yourself but novel (I won't ruin the surprise). We supped beverages by candlelight then browsed the chocolates. Trying to determine the price proved taxing, then frustrating then terrifying. The rather churlish yet traditionally clothed lady gave up on a sale and we left glad to have experienced this black magic but content never to return.