It's a San Francisco tradition since 1928 (or so goes the marketing) so they pre-date Google. But yes, Google buys them for their people in Chelsea, and apparently gets branding on the wrapper. You don't easily find them beyond California's border.Is that ice cream sandwich sponsored by google or something?
I slap my mother if her fridge is void of these Nutty Bars. Godly.Little Betty's chocolate covered peanut butter wafer bars
Also called Nutty Bars
Addictive
A Snickers is the second choice.
Somewhat related, but those of you who went to UConn in the recent-ish past should get a kick out of this. My first two years, I lived in Alsop (The International Dorm!), and because I was a fatty fatty fat fat, I would go down to the vending machine in the study lounge to get candy pretty regularly. Because someone is deranged, a Snickers bar was $1.10. However, a Twix was only $.75, so if I only had a single, that's what I'd go with. That was the case on this fateful day, so I went down I put my dollar in, and I selected the Twix bar. But then something weird happened. Right as I hit the button for the Twix, it rejected my dollar, but still delivered the Twix.
Bonus, I thought. Free candy. But that's not where our story ends.
I looked at the little screen, and it said "Credit: $50.00." Now, I'm no big city lawyer, but I thought I knew what that meant. So my first instinct (remember: fatty fatty fat fat) was to now try for the Snickers. Denied. It said to use exact change. My plans were foiled, and there was nothing left for me to do. On a lark, I hit the coin return button.
Holy crap.
The machine immediately went insane, and started spitting out money. Initially, it was those gold dollar coins, and when it ran out of those, it was quarters, then dimes, and finally nickels. When it ran out of nickels, I could still hear the mechanism spinning in there, trying to dump more money on the floor. Because I was 19 and had no morals, I began stuffing coins in my pocket as fast as I could, and then I ran the hell out of there, $72 richer (which I know is weird, since it said $50 credit, but I don't know what to tell you about that).
Anyway, that paid for candy snacks for the rest of the semester, which I suppose was a fitting punishment.
Sometimes you forget to bring food, sometimes going out to lunch gets canx'd at the last minute. Sometimes you're just hungry. Sometimes you're loaded and have loose change.
And for all of those occasions we have vending machines.
Non-refrigerated is the Big Texan cinnamon bun.
Refrigerated is Pepperoni Hot Pocket or salted caramel Klondike bar.
Little Debbie'sLittle Betty's chocolate covered peanut butter wafer bars
Also called Nutty Bars
Addictive
A Snickers is the second choice.
I got nuthin'. My vending machine visits are rare and my selections are pretty random and common.Waiting for @8893 's five-paragraph analysis of the best quick snacks.
Whoa...Slow down.Bottled water purchased at 1-3 a.m. from the vending machines in the New Haven train station probably outpaces all of then combined by 3 to 1.
Cinnamon buns? Where the faak are there vending machines with cinnamon buns?!?
I'm stuck with Chex Mix and Smartfood.
Little Debbie's
Somewhat related, but those of you who went to UConn in the recent-ish past should get a kick out of this. My first two years, I lived in Alsop (The International Dorm!), and because I was a fatty fatty fat fat, I would go down to the vending machine in the study lounge to get candy pretty regularly. Because someone is deranged, a Snickers bar was $1.10. However, a Twix was only $.75, so if I only had a single, that's what I'd go with. That was the case on this fateful day, so I went down I put my dollar in, and I selected the Twix bar. But then something weird happened. Right as I hit the button for the Twix, it rejected my dollar, but still delivered the Twix.
Bonus, I thought. Free candy. But that's not where our story ends.
I looked at the little screen, and it said "Credit: $50.00." Now, I'm no big city lawyer, but I thought I knew what that meant. So my first instinct (remember: fatty fatty fat fat) was to now try for the Snickers. Denied. It said to use exact change. My plans were foiled, and there was nothing left for me to do. On a lark, I hit the coin return button.
Holy crap.
The machine immediately went insane, and started spitting out money. Initially, it was those gold dollar coins, and when it ran out of those, it was quarters, then dimes, and finally nickels. When it ran out of nickels, I could still hear the mechanism spinning in there, trying to dump more money on the floor. Because I was 19 and had no morals, I began stuffing coins in my pocket as fast as I could, and then I ran the hell out of there, $72 richer (which I know is weird, since it said $50 credit, but I don't know what to tell you about that).
Anyway, that paid for candy snacks for the rest of the semester, which I suppose was a fitting punishment.
Of course , I haven't used a vending machine much since I retired , in 2007,Little Debbie's
Going on a bit of tangent, we have good Samaritans who will occasionally spring for a couple dozen donuts and put them in the coffee break room.
There are two local joints and one Dunkin Donuts.
When we see donuts in the break room first thing in the morning we flip the lids open and start taking bets about which donuts will make it to 2pm. Without fail, coconut is always the last one to be eaten. Other ones to make it past lunch include anything with pink icing and the plain cake donut.
My most hated doughnut has always been Boston cream. I love just about any other kind but I couldn't eat a Boston cream doughnut if my life depended on it.