Yes, you're right, that was Wilde Roast Café's flourless chocolate torte splayed lasciviously across the cover of last September's Bon Appetit. La Bête Noir, they call it, and even though this isn't a family newspaper, perhaps it's best left at that. Except to say that it's every wicked bit as smooth and dark as that exercise in food porn made it look, and Wilde Roast, the Nordeast coffee shop/wine bar/bistro/salon where it's on offer, is filled with the broad-minded and the discreet, who usually have far better things to talk about than the weak-kneed, stammering first-timer licking ganache off his fingers in the corner. (No, you don't care how much it costs.)