Which British pub crisp flavour deserves to be crowned king of the bar snack?

Sharp, aggressive, and not for the weak. If you can finish a packet without wincing, you're either lying or have no taste buds left.

The flavour that lingers on your fingers and your breath for hours afterwards. A true commitment to the snack.

Smells like a fishing trawler in a bag, yet somehow people keep ordering them. Marmite in crisp form.

Childhood lunchbox energy that still slaps at 30. Anyone who says otherwise is fibbing.

Tastes nothing like actual chicken, yet inexplicably brilliant. The quiet achiever of the crisp aisle.