" When le dessert finally arrives, it looks like an innocent upside-down chocolate cupcake, accompanied by a small cloud of freshly whipped cream. But when my spoon breaks the surface, the chocolate center flows like dark lava onto the whiteness of the plate. The last ounce of stress drains from my body. I feel my spine soften in the chair. The menu says Moelleux au Chocolat "Kitu."
"'Kitu' is a pun," says Gwendal, with his best Humphrey Bogart squint. "It means 'which kills.'"
I have discovered the French version of "Death by Chocolate. "

― Elizabeth Bard , Lunch in Paris: A Love Story, with Recipes