Chips? Crisps?
Let’s get this out of the way first: I call them crisps. I grew up calling them crisps, buying crisps, arguing about crisps. I’ve muttered “they’re not chips, mate” under my breath more times than I care to count. I’m born Australian, but grown up English. I know the rules. But when it came time to name this website — a sprawling, salty archive of everything snackable, snackish, and unreasonably crinkly — “Crispopedia” just didn’t resonate. Don’t get me wrong, “crisp” is a fine word. It does what it says on the packet: sharp, clean, unambiguous. But “Chipopedia”? It has……
Monster Munch: Pickled Onion
A legend of its own really. Monster Munch occupies a peculiar corner of the snack world. Pure nostalgia clouds everything, which makes it really rather hard to determine if they actually are good. Certainly even in childhood I remember them operating at the extreme end. Only something the dirtier boys…
Bugles: Cheese
Cheese-flavoured snacks are a treacherous business. They can be glorious, or they can taste like the inside of a teenager’s school bag. Bugles: Cheese plays it fairly safe—but safe doesn’t mean boring. It just means this is the faux-cheese crunch you half-expect, dialled in for comfort rather than surprise. The…
Bugles: Southern style BBQ
Some snacks want to be crisps. Bugles at least know they’re something else. These trumpet-shaped corn cones are unapologetically weird—crunchy, airy, angular little vessels built for shovelling into your mouth by the fistful. At first bite, there’s a surprisingly mellow sweetness—like the kind you get from a sticky barbecue glaze…
