Packet #90 - Walkers Max Flamin' Hot

I would wager that the 18^th of March is the day in which the most crisps per capita are consumed on the island of Ireland, and possibly worldwide. If the 17^th is all about celebrating all things Irish, the 18^th is all about the crisp. As soon as I woke up this morning, I knew I’d be indulging. The only question was what pack I should go for? When faced with the overwhelming choice in the Spar near my work, a helpful Englishman assisted me in choosing out a pack of Walkers Max Flamin’ Hot.

What struck me first when I opened the bag is the sheer size of many of the crisps. They are some of the largest crisps I’ve seen anywhere. Good crunch, ridged, nice firm texture. Like a slightly more weighty Hunky Dory.

These crisps pack an extraordinary punch, flavour-wise. They are the spiciest crisps I have ever had, bar none. They have a deep, tomato flavour and a kick that leaves your mouth tingle for at least 15 minutes after you’ve finished them. I had them in work and couldn’t concentrate for a number of minutes after I finished the pack. Even now on the Luas home, my mouth feels slightly warmer than it usually does on a Wednesday.

Outrageous. That’s the word I’d use to describe these crisps. They really shocked me. I thought I had tasted it all in the crisp world, but these have opened up a whole new range of possibilities. It just goes to show that the crisping business is full of surprises and that even crisp reviewers can’t predict what’ll happen next.

They’re nice and all, but they’re not for the casual crisp consumer or a person who only ever orders mild curries from their local Indian. If you’re into the hotter things in life, I’d suggest that you give these crisps a go. But maybe clear your schedule for half an hour or so and stock up on a couple of Yops to cool your mouth down after.

Christine.