I love ketchup-flavored potato chips. They are a rare find outside of Canada or the north-midwestern United States. In fact, I’ve never seen them beyond British Columbia or a now-out-of-business deli in Corvallis, Oregon that baked its own chips.

So imagine my surprise when my wife and I stumbled upon these in, of all places, a liquor store just two blocks up the street from us in San Diego.

Now I think I have to reevaluate my opinion on the existence of God.