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Google and the third result is a J.’s Brain-era write-up whose reason for hating I can’t quite determine, since the hard shells don’t even hail from south of the border. (It’s like my recent observation that the only thing Sheil won’t be able to eat back in Taiwan is Panda Express.) And at the time its rather unfortunate connotations had yet to emerge. Myself I’ve only recently been introduced to the delicacy, and find it to be a superior alternative to the similarly-composed Drumstick®, whose top-heavy content distribution invariably leaves an empty cone, and the muss resulting from the brittle chocolate coating Klondike bars, as I’m not about to allow food that precariously close to my mouth in inedible wrappers.

Tagged food, 中國