
Our Story
Two flags. One bag. A lot of curry sauce.
The Spice Bag was invented sometime in the early 2000s, in a Chinese takeaway on Dublin's North Circular Road, by a chef who took one look at the Friday-night queue and decided to combine everything in the kitchen into one paper bag. The result was so good it became a national obsession.
We grew up on those bags. Aoife behind the counter, Conor on the chips. We packed the recipe, the seasoning, and the attitude into a candy-red truck and drove it 3,000 miles west to Boston β a city that already understood Irish, already understood Chinese, and was very much ready to understand both at the same time.

Everything is made fresh on the truck. The seasoning is mixed by hand. The chips are cut thick because thin chips are a hate crime. The chicken is shredded because nuggets are for cowards. And the curry sauce is on the side because some battles you let the customer win.
What we believe
- π Chips should be chunks. Anything thinner is a French fry and we're not in France.
- πΆοΈ Salt and chilli is a religion. Our seasoning is mixed in small batches, by people who care.
- π₯‘ The bag is the plate. Eat it on a kerb, in a car, on the bus. We don't judge.
- π Welcome everyone. Vegan? Sorted. Vegetarian? Sorted. Hooligan? Especially sorted.