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Chocolate Avalanche. - FoodBlog #3


Recently I had Chocolate Avalanche from Bon Appetite, Sector 1, Kolkata. Being a foodie I came across the cafe few months back and since then I was waiting for my visit. The cafe is well known among youngsters and food lovers. It has been a favourite place for most of the people and especially students because of its pocket friendly and appetizing food.
This cafe has many good dishes but the Chocolate Avalanche becomes the show stopper of your day.
Chocolate Avalanche was made up of :-
6 ounces  semisweet chocolate
1⁄3 cup evaporated milk
1  cup powdered sugar
1⁄2 cup black walnut
1 1⁄4 cups dried coconut.
Everyone who loves chocolate and who comes with a sweet tooth will surely love this. Besides this I ordered Tomato Cheese Mixed Pasta and Cheese Paratha which left me amazed with their great taste top.

It’s almost impossible to leave ‪Bon Appetit‬ in Salt Lake, Kolkata without sinking your teeth into their ‪Chocolate Avalanche‬. Bon Appetit is a quaint and beautiful little cafe with an ambience of an outdoor setting, and the comfort of an indoor cafe. The Chocolate Avalanche here is a must try. The dish consists of two scoops of Ice Creams, Brownie with chocolate sauce and choco chips. This indeed was a heavenly delight. It was a 4.5/5 experience and never miss Chocolate Avalanche once you visit Bon Appetite!

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