In the real world (the good ol’ US of A) I would never buy flavored chips preferring instead to make various dips or do stupid things like pour Frank’s hot sauce all over a bowl of of them (I can hardly keep the saliva in my mouth as I write that). Now, here in Deutschland, I seem to have stumbled into some sort of foreign chip territory, lured in, as I was, by the promise of the mythical chakalaka flavor. The Funny/Frisch chip isle turns out to be some siren I cannot seem to resist.
The peperoni flavor was a lot more chakalaka than the Chakalaka was but I’m still missing that wallop. Must go, the chip isle is calling . . .