After seeing people eating Pocky in many, many manga, anime, game, artwork and movie, I was so excited to finally see it at a store in my town. I expected it to be something amazing. I bought one classic, and one strawberry.
What I ate was a mediocre pretzel stick that I’ve had millions of times already, covered in bland, soft, chocolate-like substance, straight from communist Poland. And I should know, because I’ve been there. It’s almost exactly the same thing poor people used to eat instead of chocolate, in the early eighties.
I even checked the packaging, thinking maybe it was a counterfeit product. It was not.
Why is it so popular? It’s just a pile of nothing. And it was expensive, too.