Hi readers. It’s me, the modern man. Like my ancestors, I am predisposed to certain indulgences: domestic beer, ball park hot dogs, sandwiches measured in board-feet… However, decades of instinctual evolution have led me to master the elevation of my desires. I present to you now, the modern man’s potato chip. Crunchy, salty and faithful in spirit to the ancient bagged recipes found at 7-11, these chips are the missing link between Monday Night Football-era Doritos and pre-Symphony crostini.