For me, tatos crisps just remind me of Ireland. They remind me of home. There is somehow nothing quite like the taste of tatoes in the place that they come from. I would eat them on a beach in southwest Ireland as part of a picnic or after a freezing cold swim and at the top of a mountain. That's not because I can't eat them anywhere else. You can buy them in London, where I live. You can order them online or we're something of a markup. So he could have them on his lunch break in the office, but they just wouldn't taste quite the same.