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You’re beginning to settle into life in Argentina, your body is growing acustomed to eating your own body weight in steak, you’ve mastered the art of drinking mate and you’re taste buds are just getting used to the taste of Fernet. But one thing that still puzzles a lot of visitors to Argentina is the chocolate. Why doesn’t Cadbury’s taste like it does back home? Why are the kiosko’s full of retro looking chocoloate made by a strange brand called Telfort? All these questions and more answered in today’s blog…

I don’t eat a lot of chocolate I do need a little square a day just to get the day going and if I’m feeling really adventurous maybe another to eat just after dinner. So what is the chocolate like in Argentina? The best part is there are so many little bite size options at every kiosko that you can satisfy your sweet craving without eating a whole bar and feeling guilty.

Back in the day, when I first arrived I tried to be the loyal English girl that I am and eat Cadbury’s, that is until I actually tasted the Cadbury´s (waxy is the nicest word I can use) here and realized going without was the better option. The chocolate withdrawal started a few days later and my lovely Argentine friend tried to help me with my quest, first

Dos Corazones

How sweet! Some romantic chocolate – but also a bit too waxy and the filling is far too sweet.


A chocolate disc filled with dulce de leche and rum. This kept me going for a long while, they taste pretty good if you don’t mind the taste of alcohol for breakfast. But the strange rice paper shell leaves a taste of wet paper!

Then the magic was found…


Once I tried one of these there was no going back. A smooth little square chocolate praline, which became my staple one a day chocolate, so much so that my work colleagues have chopped them and covered my last 2 birthday cakes in Marroc.

Then came a problem, I learned more about Ricardo Fort. A lot of the confectionary in Argentina is made by retro brand Telfort, and Telfort’s most famous grandson is Ricardo, a TV personality here. Unfortunately it seems as well as some dodgy singing he’s succumbed to some pretty heavy cosmetic surgery, and as a protest, I decided not to eat any more marrocs and fund his egomania, as my $1.20 would make such a difference (not).

My morals lasted all but a few hours before I had to succumb again, although as much as I love marrocs, they can be a little too rich. So… my new favorite, and they even rival After Eights from the UK… are;


Mint covered dark chocolate. Perfect! Sweet, but also bitter and refreshing, my new daily chocolate leaving the marrocs to a luxury treat.

So there you have it. The history of my chocolate eating in Buenos Aires so far. If you have any recommendations please let me know.