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VLOG 138: I Trusted a Canadian Stranger. This Is What I Ate.

Every trip teaches you something. Sometimes it's about people. Sometimes it's about place. And sometimes, if you're lucky or deeply unlucky, it's about candy.

While exploring Newfoundland, I walked into a small grocery store tucked between cold wind and warm-hearted locals. I had no plan. Just a quiet moment, a bit of hunger, and a camera already rolling. Then, for reasons unknown even to me, I started asking strangers the most pressing question I could think of:
“You’re Canadian, right? What’s your favorite chocolate?”

No gimmicks. No setup. One rule only. It had to be chocolate. No sour candies. No maple gimmicks. Just honest to goodness Canadian bars, born of cultural pride and available on shelf five next to the discount buns.

First up was Cadbury.
Now, where I’m from, Cadbury is mostly known for those cream-filled eggs you find in Easter baskets that either excite you or haunt you depending on your childhood. But apparently in Canada, Cadbury does more. And better.

This bar looked clean. Smooth lines. Confident wrapper. When I peeled it open, the smell hit first. Cocoa, soft and rich. It felt familiar. Like the kind of chocolate you eat slowly and without apology. The taste? Balanced. Creamy. It didn’t shout. It didn’t rush. It just delivered. That first bite reset something in my brain. Like Canada was whispering, “We do chocolate differently here.”

A strong start. A warm welcome. A bar that reminded me chocolate can still surprise you without needing to reinvent itself.

Then came Coffee Crisp.
A recommendation from multiple locals, spoken with the kind of loyalty usually reserved for favorite hockey teams. I was skeptical. Coffee and candy don’t usually mingle in my world. But I was open.

The first thing I noticed was the weight. Light. Suspiciously so. I opened it, and the scent instantly gave it away. Coffee. Roasted, bold, and somehow inviting. The structure was layered wafer upon wafer with just enough chocolate to hold it together. The bite? Crispy. Balanced. Not overpowering. The coffee flavor led the charge without being too bitter. It was like a KitKat that traveled abroad and came back with refined opinions and a better playlist.

Mid-review I tried to snap it clean for the camera and dropped it like a rookie. Five second rule. Always in effect. And honestly? Worth it.

Coffee Crisp earned its reputation. It was thoughtful, surprising, and strangely addicting.

And then... there was Big Turk.

Let me tell you what betrayal tastes like.

One man in the store, full of confidence and kindness, told me this was his favorite. Big Turk, he said. The best. I believed him. I trusted him. I should not have.

The wrapper was bold. Purple and red, practically glowing. I tore it open and immediately paused. Inside was a long, gelatinous slab wrapped in milk chocolate. The texture looked... wrong. Not bad. Just confusing. Like it did not know what it wanted to be. And when I bit in, everything made less sense.

It was not a chocolate bar. It was a chocolate-covered gummy. Think fruit snack trapped in a candy bar’s body. The flavor? Some sort of cherry or raspberry, dulled by the overwhelming chewiness of a candy that refused to go down without a fight. The chocolate tried to be a bridge, but it only made things worse. The textures clashed. The flavors argued. My face said everything I couldn’t.

This was not a personal preference issue. This was a structural problem. Like candy that had been dared into existence.

Zero out of ten. And I say that with love. But also concern.

Three bars. Three very different stories.
Cadbury, the classic. Coffee Crisp, the dark horse. Big Turk, the fever dream. What started as a casual food experiment turned into a cultural deep dive I never expected. Not every taste was pleasant. But every moment was worth it.

Because sometimes the best parts of a trip are not the mountains or the oceans. Sometimes they are the conversations with strangers. The snacks you don’t understand. The wrappers you drop on the floor. The strange aftertaste that lingers and makes you laugh later.

This vlog is about candy, yes. But also about curiosity. About saying yes to something unfamiliar. About trusting people who love what they love, even if you will never love it too.

The next adventure is on its way. Until then, try something new. Even if it looks like chocolate-covered regret.

You are always welcome in this space
Christopher

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