Toblerones are a fairly divisive issue, aren't they? You either love them or you hate them, I've found: much like black licorice and Marmite. (For the record, I love both black licorice and Marmite. And Toblerones, obviously.)
When we were traveling---which was, wow, two years ago---the Western snacks we came across most often, even in the teeniest tiniest villages in the backwaters of Burma, were Oreos, Pringles, and Toblerones. I have a soft spot for Toblerones because of this, I think, and Sean does too. And although we knew it couldn't possibly be anything but a really terrible idea, we bought a six-pack of them at Costco last weekend and have steadily been working our way through them while reveling in the mediocre glory of the new 90210. That is the kind of stilted and awful show you need chocolate for, believe you me. Or maybe just straight tequila, depending on your tolerance.