Marks & Spencer. The heart of middle England.
Crisps with ideas above their station. Sometimes brilliant—sharp, fragrant, unusually complex—sometimes baffling, like someone’s flavoured them from a cheese board dream.
M&S has a mixed track record with their hand-cooked range, so I approached these sweet chilli crisps with some trepedation. They’re positioned as a premium offering, and at M&S prices, they better deliver. Texture The hand-cooked process gives these crisps a satisfying thickness and that characteristic irregular shape that suggests proper craftsmanship. The crunch is exemplary—robust without being teeth-breakingly hard. Sweet danger Sweet chilli is a tricky flavor to nail, and I can’t recall too many i’ve ever enjoyed. It just feels an unnatural bedfellow for the potato, and should be reserved for rice-based snack. It reminds me of a…
Visually, these were textbook hand-cooked crisp — pale gold with a slight sheen and the occasional bubbled crisp giving them that artisanal flair. Nothing fancy, but a solid, no-nonsense look that promised something classic.…
First impressions were strong — from the moment the bag opened, there was a rich, cheesy aroma that actually smelled like real mature cheddar, not the usual artificial smell. The crisps themselves looked the part too: golden, with a dusting of seasoning that promised flavour in every bite.…
No shy splash of vinegar here, but a full-on balsamic wallop with all the tangy drama of the sour and sweet balsamic (in the best way). When you open them, you can smell the difference. Not the acidic, nostril-flaring tang you get from cheaper vinegars, but something more rounded, almost…
Extreme. The least extreme hard rock band of the 90s. My sister was a huge fan, although I think that was more down to having a crush on the guitarist Nuno Bettencourt. Extreme Ridge. The least extreme crisp, from a supermarket that would think having not having your shirt tucked…
How to describe it? My first thought was it was just burnt. A bitter, acrid flavour, But it wasn't one rogue crisp that was bit overcooked. The whole batch tasted somewhere between burnt onions and licking an armpit.…
Some kind of extreme in anything would have been nice. Healthily thick, but the crunch just doesn't match up to anything you would expect from a ridged crisp.…
Sometimes you stumble across a crisp that doesn’t shout for your attention, but rather clears its throat politely and gestures toward something a little more refined.…