When I visited Burma/Myanmar, I knew I had to get some potato chips. The major obstacle here was that Burma has no 7-11’s.
I’m going to let that sink in for a second.
Where are you supposed to get junk food if there are no 7-11’s?
I finally bought some chips off a guy selling them from a basket in a bus station and after much thought, I came to a conclusion that I think could change Myanmar’s foreign policy:
If Myanmar is ever going to get serious about making it in the developed world, they are really going to have to do something about the junk food situation, because it is abysmal. Developed countries have good junk food options.
Thank you. No, I did not take any foreign policy classes–I know you’re shocked!–I just tell it like it is.
Notice that the name of these is “Oishi”, which means “delicious” in Japanese. That name is totally ironic, because these were the opposite of delicious (disgusting). Very thin and incredibly greasy, yet not crispy, they tasted like old fry oil.
They were so bad, in fact, that I gave up my attempt to eat ALL the chips in Myanmar after this one bag.
In any case, fresh samosas from the street made up for any fried food cravings I had.
But, seriously, Myanmar, if you need a junk food consultant, you know where to find me…