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Funyuns

Lowbrow and small time, underachieving and unpopular, Funyuns are the Roger Clinton of the Frito-Lay family. Just as one mother produced both a Rhodes Scholar who became president and a drug-addled, failed con man, the company responsible for such salty snack giants as Doritos, Cheetos, Ruffles and Tostitos also shat out the ignoble Funyun.

Funyuns are greasy, deep-fried rings of corn meal-based material that are coated with pungent, pale yellowish, onion-flavored powder. They taste like onions in the same easily recognizable yet disconnected from reality way that grape soda tastes like grapes. Their initial taste is inoffensive, if not particularly good (one shrugging taster described them as "unbad"). Their mouth feel is akin to unwieldy rings of oversized Styrofoam calamari.

It is crucial, however, to momentarily reserve judgment when evaluating Funyuns; there is more to them than first meets the tongue. Soon, their special brand of sinister black magic manifests itself in the form of a profoundly unpleasant, multi-tonal crescendo of bad aftertaste. After swallowing, the oppressive post-Funyun funk rapidly grows in strength, overwhelming the senses of taste and smell and leaving blistering, breath-mint-resistant halitosis in its wake. Disgusted, you find yourself blindly reaching for the nearest thing to pop in your mouth, just to make it stop. Unfortunately, the nearest thing is usually another Funyun, creating a tragic and unintentional parody of Frito-Lay's elsewhere-successful slogan, "You can't eat just one."

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(As first noted on Talking Points Memo)