I found a liquid cure for my landlocked blues

I walked into a coffee house here the other day and asked for my typical stressed-day order: an iced hot chocolate. The barista at the Salt Lake Rosting Co. looked at me, a little puzzed, and asked: " you mean chocolate milk? I can put some ice in it for you." Some Mannhattan markleting genius had found a way to sell chocolate milk to adults for outrageous prices and let them feel cool while doing it. Not the case in Salt Lake. Maybe I'll start my own little cocoa house. ? Iced Hot Cocoa will be all the rage in Salt Lake - any investors?