I was intending on going to Roam Wild with Zac, but it turns out that Sundays are not their days. That’s ok. I look for alternatives in the Bristol 24⁄7 Eat 24⁄7 guide, which is something of a bible not for their descriptions but just as a broadly exhaustive catalogue of where I might indulge. Bar Chocolat sounds like a pretty fair shout. I treat myself to what might be vaguely described as lunch of a double chocolate cheesecake and an ultimate hot chocolate. The whipped cream is stacked impressively high, with a suitable amount of chocolate shavings and marshmallows. It’s just rich enough, without being too much. The same is maybe just not quite the same of the cheesecake which - for the avoidance of all doubt - is bloody delicious, but I do slightly feel like I’m dying by the end of it. I would like to head back, seeing the counter of loose chocolates and all the various other baked treats, and one could argue that the uphill trek to get there must on some level count towards pre-emptively working off the indulgence. It’s all just a matter of how much you want to work for it on a weekend morning.