Hal was a New Yorker’s New Yorker. He wasn’t into trends. He didn’t do yoga, didn’t sip oat milk, and definitely didn’t “snack mindfully.” Hal ate chips. Loud, crunchy, kettle-cooked chips that tasted like something. He liked bold flavors, strong coffee, and Mets radio on in the background.
He liked his seltzer sharp, cold, and preferably in a bottle that might explode if you looked at it wrong. Flavor? Optional. Bubbles? Mandatory. The kind that makes your eyes water. “If it doesn’t fight back, it’s just water,” he’d say.
Perfect for any occasion!
Rooftop hangs, lunch breaks, jury duty, breakups, makeups, airport delays, park picnics, awkward family gatherings, and surviving the subway. Whether you’re celebrating, stress-eating, or just trying to survive a Tuesday, Hal’s is there — loud, fizzy, and unapologetically snacky.