It's not just a road. Or a type of candy. Or a type of music.

We're talking about the snack. The kind that's got nuts, marshmallows, and chocolate. The kind that's perfect for when you need a little pick-me-up in the middle of your existential crisis.

Or just because.

Only if you're talking about the emotional kind.

But if you're talking about the kind where you eat it and then cry because you ate the whole bag and now you're alone in your apartment eating Cheetos and wondering why you're still single.

Then no.