I questioned the supremacy of the Tayto while being driven by an Irish pal.
He skidded to a stop in a lay by, undid his seatbelt the better to lean over and yell at me, and delivered a well-rehearsed speech on the lines of:
It is possible to have a bad pack of Taytos. Nothing terribly wrong with them. Just below par. That never happens with Walkers.
We drove on in silence.
Hate Taytos with a passion but that might be due to their association with a complete and utter cunt I used to work with. Every time he went back home to his parents in NI(which was often), he would return with a pack of Taytos to 'share' in the office.
The way he talked about these substandard crisps, like they were some sort of unheralded delicacy, was unbearable. He actually beamed with pride and stared at us as we sampled them, as if we were about to undergo the Rapture.
I just remember vaguely stale crisps with a very distant cheese tang, though the 'taste' was probably just some oral placebo, cos it said 'cheese' on the packet.
Taytos to Walkers is like Space Raiders to Monster Munch. The austere
protestant version.