Mr. Big


You think your soooo big "Mr. Big"? You think you’re bigger than everyone else, do you? After all if you didn’t think you were so big, why would they call you Mr. Big? Well you’re not that big. You’re not much bigger than an Oh Henry bar, or a Sweet Marie. Don't let me catch you around here anymore Mr. Big, unless you grow up a little, or a little longer. If I do see you around here again, I’m not call you “Big”, I’m calling you average in the lager scale of chocolate bars. Well now that's out of my system, it's about time I do the review, and you'll like it, or else.

The Mr. Big is one of those bars that I never really seem to gravitate to myself but every once in a while, one comes my way and I guess I don't mind them. I think the problem with this bar is that it's just not memorable. While there are lots of ingredients in this bar, not a single one of them, or combination of these ingredients really seem to stick out at all. It could be that there's just so much going on in this bar that I never really know what I'm eating, and it causes my brain to shut down. It’s also that the wafer in the middle just seems a little too light. The name is also a little deceiving, because once you bite into it, it really doesn't seem that big.

The Mr. Big bar is not a bad treat, it’s just not one of my favourites.