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Just had my first bag in over 30 years so I’m a little out of touch.
I was expecting a bag the size of a pillow case stuffed with fist sized eye wateringly flavour loaded nuggets of awesomeness. Instead I got 60g of mildly flavoured styrofoam packaging.
Conclusion : Disappointment
If they were rated in the Top Trumps style they would be as follows (highest score out of 10 is best)
Value : 6
Flavour : 4
Bulk : 4
Texture : 4
Desirability with a pint : 4
Celebrity comparison – Sue Pollard – A mess from yesteryear
Giving a total of 22/50
Lancashire Crisps (salt and vinegar) on the other hand…
Value : 10
Flavour : 10
Bulk : 8
Texture :10
Desirability with a pint : 10
Celebrity comparison – George Alagiah – Distinguished without being old fashioned
Returning a whopping 48/50
This information should be printed on the packet.
The paper-cut-pain-reaction-indicator-of-flavoursomeness should also be a factor in any crisp purchase desicion.
You really need to try a second time, your recent tasting was biased by 30 years of pent up expectation.
Can't. I have mentally assigned Sue Pollard to the taste now. I fear I would be volcanically ill.
You made a fundamental schoolboy error
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Value : 10
Flavour : 10
Bulk : 8
Texture :8
Desirability with a pint : [s]10[/s] 11
Celebrity comparison – Lisa Tarbuck - not the most sophisticated, but definitely more fun. A guilty pleasure.
47 points of awesomeness
Just stopped for fuel and bought a packet of Walkers HotDog flave'
Dear God.
Bloody awful
What was I thinking.
I'm off to Costa now to wash my mouth out with frappacappamochacoffeelattemachiatochino wotnot.
The pickled onion ones are ok, but the beef and spicy ones are better. On the subject of Monster Munch, did you know that the old style (with big chunks and bigger bags) were brought back after a campaign against the crappy small things that replaced them? There was a petition and everything.
These are my current favourite. Quite possibly the most moreish things I've ever eaten....
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I got back from the States on Saturday and am suffering withdrawl from Cheetos, Lord help me I am an addict.
I proper middleclasstrackworld style I'm eating a bag of "Walkers market deli flame grilled spanish chorizo with roasted onion potato chips", they even have 'tasting notes' printed on the back of the packet for the [s]connoisseur[/s] pretentious.
Very yummy and only 23p per bag as nearing sell by date 🙂
"Walkers market deli flame grilled spanish chorizo with roasted onion potato chips" - Michael Portaloo?
Where to start?
For a start, Monster Munch are NOT a crisp.
They are a baked corn snack.
Secondly - 30 years!
Man, you've miised the great packet shrinkage uproar of the mid 90's.
You've missed the flavour change debacle, which scandalised a whole nation.
Where were you!?!
"First they came for the Marathon, but I did nothing because I didn't like Marathons.
Then they ruined the Rolo, but I did nothing....." etc.
If we'd all stood together, Salt and Vinegar would still be blue, Cheese and Onion would still be gren, we'd still have the Texan and the world would be a better place.
You weren't there man, YOU WEREN'T THERE!!
If we'd all stood together, Salt and Vinegar would still be blue, Cheese and Onion would still be gren,
I still haven't forgiven Walkers for this abomination of a design decision.
Then they ruined the Rolo
I've turned the news off a couple of years ago as I am neither Scottish or from London so I may as well live in space, or Shropshire*.
I dread to ask... ehat has happened to the Rolo?
*Shropshire... What does it do?
The Rolo, Yorkie and Mars have all been dumbed down to suit the modern taste for blandness.
Less intense, less flavour.
A cynical marketing ploy aimed at the generation who are afraid of fish and have no idea what beer or chicken is supposed to taste like.
It started with the removal of raisins from the Double Decker.
You reap what you sow, Harry.
Don't even describe those limp-wristed, nanny state, 'elf 'n safety, weedy pastiches of Monster Munch as The Real Thing! Those of us alive in the Seventies can only look and weep at what one of our icons has become.