The Chocolate Moose was a quirky little building shaped like a chocolate chalet. You went to the window to order soft-serve ice cream, floats, shakes, hot dogs, sloppy joes, that sort of thing. No indoor dining, but there were a couple of picnic tables.
It was only a block from the apartment Viju and I shared during my second year in graduate school at Indiana University.
It was open until 2:00 am, so we often dropped by after cruising at Bullwinkle's, especially if we struck out (if we were successful, we took our hookups to Bob's Burgers instead).
The rest of the story is too risque for Boomer Beefcake and Bonding. You can read it on Tales of West Hollywood.