Every once in a while I’m lucky enough to be pulled into a suite at the United Center to watch a Bulls or Hawks game with some vendors. While I am a huge sports fan, the hype that preceded the arrival to the Madhouse was not in anticipation of the oncoming sports match, but of the dessert cart at the UC. Don’t tell your dentist, your wife, or your AA support group, this is our dirty secret. Guilty pleasures afoot, chips ahoy, and guts abound. Fill up my chocolate shot glass with Bailey’s to wet my whistle for the triple fudge freaking brownie of desire. I lust to have it covered with a scoop of ice cream and topped with, oh, I don’t know, caramel syrup for starters? Fitting as this is at a sports venue because the chocolate chip cookies are the size of the discus, indeed. While the mad genius in the kitchen thought to make a cookie in homage to diabetes, Master Chef Chunkybottom thought it a swell idea to not use chocolate chips, but chocolate blocks. Is it enough? No, and don’t ask me why, but witnesses(me x 2, that’s why it’s plural) have reported a large bag of gummy bears accompanying any saucer sized cookie. Necessary? I JUSTDON’T KNOW. None the less, I say the treats are delightful for someone who has never eaten a meal. Ever. For me, it can be a bit much to take at once since it is sweets on steroids.