Deep-fried Mars bar

While eating at the Templeton the other day, my lunch companion and I decided on a whim to try their dessert special of the day; a deep-fried mars bar. We were not entirely sure if we should be doing this, but it was the kind of silly thing that once the idea gets a little bit of momentum, just keeps going until its inevitable conclusion. The mars bars arrived on a plate, with whipping cream (needed) and with a bit of chocolate caramel sauce, just in case the sugary overload of a mars bar wasn't enough. There were even sprinkles.

Sure there are nearly 6 billion people in the world and most of them can't eat deep fried mars bars, nor if they actually knew what they were would willingly do so, but right here there were two suckers that did it. About 5 minutes and most of the way through the mars bar, the edges of normalicy were well into peeling away. The combination of insane sugar rush and eating a chocolate bar with knife and fork resulted in said lunch party sitting stunned as fits of giggles took over. The crash was surprisingly not so bad; it was like being pulled back in a giant playground bungee ride and shot up into the sky, and just when you're about to fall back to earth you suddenly find yourself standing on two feet again without the harness on.

But let's be clear on this, it was fun but something that only needs to be done once!