Pint of Guinness, packet of Tayto.
Essentially the human equivalent of being a pig in ****e.
You have to leave them for a bit to cool and stop being chewy in the middle, but they're pretty good.
disappoint my adult palate. I want my Taytos of yesteryear to remain unsullied.
Life is too short to be making your own crisps.
In fact a Tayto shop opened just 2 weeks ago on Wicklow Street around the corner from my office, selling various items of Tayto merchandise to stupid foreigners plus of course a range of 4 sandwiches.
2 euro a pop of 1 euro goes to charity, plus of course you have the opportunity to have your photo taken with Mr Tayto.
Deep fat fryers are basically a playground, though. I once deep fried a whole potato. Marvellous. it was.
You would have the first bag opened and scoffed while the oil was still heating up.
f**k that.
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