If I have to live in Cleveland, at least let me eat well
Thursday, June 16, 2005
It looked so quaint, so rustic: bags of Miss Vickie's Jalapeno Croustilles (potato chips) piled in a big galvanized tub. But the tub is the cafeteria at work, not a country store in the outbacks of Canada, and Miss Vickie's is a Frito-Lay brand now, not a Quebec regional.
Well, there goes that. But maybe it still tastes quaint and rustic? Ah, no. I wanted to like it, if that makes you feel better, Miss Vickie Marketing Department. A little spicy, and leeettle hot. Not terrible. But still, well, boring. Sort of flat, if that makes sense for something that's all spiced up. I'll take the pistachios.