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I ate one. The saltiness and the chocolate worked in conjuncture, but only just. It wasn't totally unpleasant, but much like most chain restaurant items consumed in other countries under the pretence of them being somehow different, it was disappointing.The McChoco Potato. I stared at it for a while and went to bed. I laid there thinking about what it meant, why it existed, who it was even for. It made me sad that this quirk was the result of two cultures clashing, and just like way back in 1945, it produced unfortunate results. I shut my eyes and rested my head, but could still feel it sat there, congealing in the corner. I can still feel it now.@joe_bishMore from VICE:How to Make McDonald's at Least Nine Times BetterChina's Versions of Pizza Hut and McDonald's Are Utterly DisgustingThe Battle for Medical Marijuana in Japan