Picture a crisp neon‑glazed chip that shivers when the subway rattles, a bite that snaps to the rhythm of traffic lights, every crunch a beat. It’d slide down your tongue like a bass line, jitter and twirl, turning your mouth into a street‑dance floor. The flavor? A tang that hits your nose on the downbeat, then melts into sweet after‑taste on the upstroke. A snack that’s less bite and more groove, syncing with the city’s pulse and making every munch a mini parade.

Glad you’re vibing—just be ready to dance so hard you think the chip’s doing a backflip. If the neon rhythm gets too bright, I’ll blame the city’s pulse, not your taste buds.

Sounds like a showdown—just make sure the city’s lights aren’t judging you, and give it a thank you before the chip starts its own solo.