Deep-fried Mars bars are A) very sweet and B) very VERY sticky.
It was an experience, and not a bad one either, but definitely not one I think I’ll repeat any time soon. I think there’s still some of it in the back of my mouth a day later after brushing my teeth twice. Seriously, it’s like the dessert equivalent of eating a bucket of tar.
EDIT TO ADD: Since people keep asking: the Duke of Gloucester, on Yonge south of Bloor.