Granted I didn't purchase any chocolate but I did get a bag of orange slices for my Grandmom who…read moreloved them. I asked to have a box, which I was willing to purchase so I could give them as a gift. The owner who was very rude, told me she didn't have any. I went to the counter across the way and another lady gladly gave me a box and didn't even charge me. That was the last time i will ever go there. So rude!!!!

Delicious candy especially their homemade chocolate covered cherries! They are the best!read more

Love, love, love this place! Their dark chocolate sea salt caramels are addictive, the location is…read moregreat, and the woman inside was very friendly to me. They've got all the classics and some weird things (chocolate covered bacon and potato chips, for example). They are also on DoorDash, in case you have an urgent craving. I will be a frequent customer.

I bought chocolate covered strawberries for Valentine's Day and they did not disappoint. Placing an…read moreorder online was easy and I received a follow up email to confirm pickup. The store itself is easy to navigate and has a pleasant ambiance. I will be back.

I suppose a restaurant almost has a disadvantage when one has heard endlessly about how fantastic…read moreit is, thus setting one's expectations quite high when making one's reservation. A friend and I came by for a quiet supper to catch up and hopefully have an enjoyable dining experience. To start off, the Caesar salad and focaccia were indeed quite tasty. After being talked into trying the tasting menu, I was disheartened upon taking my first bite of the chicken Parmigiana and accompanying pasta. Both seemed as if they had been sitting for a while and then were unevenly reheated. The pasta, in particular, was lackluster and worse than anything I might have hurriedly boiled at eleven at night upon arriving home after a long trip and finding only packaged pasta and canned tomato sauce in the cupboard. But I could have lived with all of this had it not been for the service. Clearly my friend and I were the afterthought of all afterthoughts to our disinterested waitress. After hounding us to order before we had properly reviewed the menu, she promptly put us on the pay-no-mind list, as dirty dish after dirty dish accumulated at the table from the tasting menu she had so strongly urged me to try. I also abhor cheapness on the part of restaurants. Would it have killed Rosemary to offer us a second piece of focaccia, given that there were two of us and the portion was a better fit for just one? Lest anyone accuse me of having expected the waitstaff to read my mind, I indeed asked. It's not like we weren't spending a pretty penny there. The business could have well afforded to allow each of us a reasonable portion of its much-touted starter. After we finally managed to flag down our waitress amid the plethora of dirty dishes still sporting some of the mediocre food, I paid in cash on account of the restaurant informing me on the bill that a surcharge would be applied to a credit card transaction. Another joy! When the waitress took the note, she said, "Thank you," and that was that. I decided against calling after her to request change since it was one of those borderline instances where the note was close enough to twenty percent that it is a bit awkward to request someone return with change. So she walked off with a 26% or so tip after having left us on the dining equivalent of "read" the entire night. And then there's the issue of price: While not outrageous, everything is 15-20% more expensive than it should be, and after one pauses to think about it, the tasting menu offers barely any deal at all. If one orders the chicken like I did, it is no cheaper than ordering the starter, entrée, and dessert à la carte. If Rosemary had also offered, say, a soup, then it would be a deal. But clearly generosity is not in its owner's purview. The tiramisu, I will say, was excellent, and my friend and I enjoyed every morsel, and for that reason, along with the Caesar salad, I can muster three stars. Had I not walked through the door having heard so many people rave about Rosemary, perhaps I would have found it to be a restaurant with a pleasant ambiance, a good appetizer, and fine dessert despite a thoroughly middling entrée. But a Delco gem it is not.

I, like other reviewers, received a solid block of inedible meat instead of the short rib I…read moreordered. Fortunately, I was served a different dish after I demonstrated I couldn't cut into the short rib with the knife I was given. As for the rest of the experience, the service was nice if a little difficult to grab, it's quite noisy inside, and the drinks were meh. There are too many other good restaurants to come back here.

Do you know the Monty Python Cheese Shop skit? Does Hudson News sell Le Monde? Non. Does Hudson…read moreNews sell the Washington Post? No. The New York Times? Negative. The LA Times? The Philadelphia Enquirer, The Capital Gazette? No, no, and nope. The Times of India? Nahin. The Yomiuri Shinbun? iie. Since there's no news for sale here, why not rename the place, "Hudson store of very overpriced snacks and sundries?"

A pretty nice place. Like a convenience store but has some better prices. It also has items you…read moreprobably will rarely find anywhere. Hope to come here again.

When you're married to an Indian woman, you have learn where to get the items that she craves from…read morehome. For instance, one day in the beginning months of her pregnancy, she was craving jal jeera masala. Apparently she used to drink it as a kid, and it helped settle her stomach. After a description of what to look for, she sent me here to see if they had it. Yep... They had it. Rangoli is the closest Indian store to where we live, so we are semi regulars. I've personally been to Indian stores with far greater selection. This store will never be able to compare with places in Edison, NJ for instance. But they do very well for a store of their size. Plus, they're my hook up for when I need Parle G biscuits. When I visited India in 08, we drove past the Parle G factory in Mumbai as it is located close to where my wife grew up. Now, Mumbai tends to be polluted and smells like it. But at that moment when we drove past, Mumbai smelled like cookies and it was glorious. So when I want to relive that moment, it's nice that I only have to go to Clifton Heights instead of buying a $1500 round trip plane ticket.