BRUSSELS—I've seen chocolate cardinals. I've seen chocolate Santas. I've seen about thirteen chocolate, plus-sized constructions of Manneken Pis. But where, in this choco-centric city, can I find the following?



No one will tell me. One would think that the capital whose cultural icon is a boy pissing into a fountain would cultivate the sort of elements that could bring about such an irreverent confection.
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