Picture the scene… It’s a dark and rainy January night and somewhere in a dingy lay-by on the outskirts of Bournville village, a Chocolate Orange and a Crunchie are going at it like rabbits in the back of a white S reg Ford Escort…
Admittedly, it’s not the most pleasant scene to have to picture, but I can only assume it must have happened, because this weird looking addition to the Terry’s family can only be the bastard offspring of such an encounter.
Yes, it’s a Chocolate Orange bar with pieces of crunchy honeycomb. Please don’t ask me why – I thought it was weird enough when they made Chocolate Orange into a bar shape in the first place. But now it seems they’ve just started taking random chocolate bars off a shelf and mixing them up.
But the really weird thing is just how well this works. It’s tasty and crunchy and just downright delicious (even if I did find myself shaking my head and “tut”ing under my breath while eating it).
Despite having respectable middle class parents, this bar is most definitely not upmarket. In fact, I could almost feel it trying to jump out of my hand and into a pair of white stilettos. And I swear I heard it try to order a Babycham earlier.
Maybe that’s why I liked it.