Or at least I live in a test market. And just knowing that I could be one of the first people in the country
to consume about 10,000 nothing-but-carb calories in a petite cup is enough to make me spend nearly $3 (though about half of that came from a Christmas gift card) on an espresso-sized cup of what tasted like a cup of chocolate pudding. Not that instant variety of pudding ... the pudding that you bring to a gentle boil on the stovetop. If you always hated the fact that Mom made you wait until it cooled off, here's your revenge. The Chocofino, which had me waiting in the drivethrough for 15 minutes, even came with its own layer of pudding scum on the top.
This is a test, this is only a test.
If this were a real posting, I'm sure I would have something clever to say.