As a person who’s been known to travel for food, it should come as no surprise that I’ve spent the last month and a half anxiously awaiting a shipment of crisps (aka potato chips to my fellow Americans) from Ireland. Yes, I love Taytos that much.
To be fair, I’ve been slightly obsessed with Irish crisps since I lived in Chicago. An Irish buddy introduced me, later an Irish boss encouraged me, and then a few well-placed all things Irish shops helped keep my cheese & onion appetite relatively satiated for a few years. A trip to the Emerald Isle in April only served to rekindle my, ahem, burning desire for Mr. Tayto.
Have you had them? Well, don’t judge.
I suppose I’m now on some kind of weird government customs watch list filed under “overseas crisp risk” or something. And to be honest, I’ve tried ordering foreign potato chips before, but the Amazon reviews of broken paprika Pringles and overly crushed mustard flavored Lay’s left me wanting, sad and hungry. Why do Europeans get all the great flavors?
This time however, the reviews were positively unbroken, and filled me with optimism and it seems may have cured me of my Taytos obsession. Indeed, after eating two bags of crisps this afternoon, I’m already feeling fulfilled, happy, satisfied—and once again proud to be an American.
If loving Taytos is wrong, I don’t want to be hungry.
#eldaeats #eldaeatstaytos #mrtaytomrright
