Kind of misleading name, but it sounds..masculine.
"Deepfried pigs skin" would have been more accurate.
But only to the point that is actually does taste like pig skin. (which it is, hence the taste)

But, the fact that it came freshly done, still blistering hot, wrapped in a small cellophane bag with this label
stapled to it totally made up for the utter horror it contained,
I devoured them, while thinking: Man, packaging really is everything, I'm such a tourist sometimes.

At the next table, the disgusted faces on the Lower East Side blog-mafia seem to be thinking:
"What a bunch of fucking tourists", while ordering another micro brewery Weissbier they don't even like.

I heart NYC