- The freaky chocolate children of Moscow
- The long walk home
- Cadbury Offers to Pay £1 of Your Hospital Bill
- Poor Ireland gets stuck with Time Out
- Halloween in England
- UPDATE: My One-Month Plan to Seduce the Chocolate Man
- Cocaine is not Candy, Boys and Girls
- Turndown Service
- A Daily, 5-Second Vacation for The Chosen
Friday, April 25, 2008
The Two-Dollar Tootsie Roll
There is substantial, significant, definitive, absolute proof that Tootsie Rolls are a dying candy art in America. It's only in the odd corners of California, like the superlative Hotel Avante in cosmopolitan Mountain View, where one can still find these 80s-era sweets.
So I thought I had it in the bag when my colleague J-town in San Francisco bet me five pounds he could walk outside our office and find Tootsie Rolls within a five-block radius. For a brief fifteen minutes, my heart raced as I thought of what bagel or short subway ride I would be able to pay off thanks to J-town's five-pounrd (ten dollar) contribution to the kitty.
But as it turns out, SF is a big supporter of the Tootsie Roll, and I lost my bet. My five Tootsite Rolls cost me ten bucks.
The only consolation in this humiliating defeat was knowing that given the current state of the dollar my five pounds is likely going to help support J-town in his old age.