Ah, the pinnacle of gastronomic achievement: crossing “deep fried Mars bar” off my bucket list. Because what’s life without a crispy, gooey masterpiece that defies all dietary logic? I ventured into this oily abyss, armed with nothing but bravado and a side of regret. Watching that chocolate bar transform into a golden delight felt like witnessing a miracle—if miracles involved hot oil and questionable decisions. Each bite was a delightful symphony of regret and ecstasy, reminding me why this delicacy deserves its own national holiday. So here’s to culinary triumphs and heartburn: mission accomplished! Who’s next on the list?