I was reminiscing about Royal Mint candy bars at work recently. My experience with them was when they came in rations. I would happily gobble them down. Years later I would sometimes think about those strange candy bars that I ate at work but never saw in stores….
Until….A friend and I ran into some for the first time while buying gasoline in Vancouver and nostalgia compelled us to buy a pile and pig out. “It’s the chocolate from the IMP’s!” we squealed and gobbled down bar after bar of that waxy nastiness. Very quickly the reality of that nastiness and a belly ache set in: We weren’t out in the bush and exhausted…we were in a city with choices…and when given choices, Royal Mint doesn’t make my short list.