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"Handcrafted in small batches with bold flavors and old-school charm."
The Kernel Kid is a vintage-inspired popcorn cart serving bold, unforgettable flavors at festivals, markets, weddings, and events. More than a snack, it’s an experience—handcrafted, small-batch popcorn with a twist. From the heat of Kimbora Krunch to the tropical punch of LiHara Twist, every flavor tells a story. Book the cart, explore our lineup, or discover the legend of Arthur Simon—the original Kernel Kid. This isn’t your average popcorn—it’s a taste you won’t forget.
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KIMBORA KRUNCH
Warning: This flavor does not whisper. It shouts in Korean funk and full-throttle fire.
Meet your new obsession: a bold, spicy, tangy flavor bomb that rolls in with fermented kimchi seasoning, loads up on garlic attitude, and finishes with a smooth sesame strut. A PUNCH OF GOCHUJANG HEAT!
It’s not here to play nice. It’s here to wake your tongue up like a marching band in a spice parade.
First comes the fermented tang—funky, deep, and oh-so-satisfying. And right when you think it’s safe? BOOM. That gochujang fire hits the gas and does not let up.
It’s smoky. It’s savory. It’s slightly unhinged. And it knows exactly what it’s doing.
Don’t expect subtle. Expect socks knocked off and a flavor punch to the tastebuds with a spicy side wink.
LIHARA TWIST
Hold onto your tastebuds—this one’s got a passport and no brakes.
It’s a tropical flavor explosion where sweet, sun-ripened pineapple dives headfirst into a wild swirl of plum powder. That’s right—juicy meets zesty, sweet meets salty, and paradise meets attitude.
First, you get that golden pineapple rush—drippy, juicy, like summer doing a cannonball. Then comes the Li Hing kick—a tangy-salty pow! that hits like a flavor firecracker and leaves you grinning like a kid on a sugar high. It’s Hawaiian snack stand meets Saturday morning cartoon. It’s got beach vibes, boom box energy, and a big ol’ slap of nostalgic weirdness that just works.
Tiki torch party where the fruit bites back.
Surfer juice bar run by a mad scientist.
The best thing you’ve never tasted… until now.
Sweet. Sour. Salty. Funky. It’s not just a snack—it’s a vacation for your mouth
Arthur Simon & The Legend of the Kernel Kid
The origins of Arthur Simon are a tale unlike any other—a story of adventure, mystery, and the pursuit of something truly extraordinary.
Arthur was never an ordinary boy. From the time he could chew, he had a taste for the unique. Not just in the way most kids crave sweets or dream of the perfect scoop of ice cream—no, Arthur was searching for something more. A flavor beyond all flavors. A taste so perfect, so indescribably satisfying, that no matter who experienced it, it would fulfill their deepest cravings.
As he grew older, his curiosity turned to obsession. There had to be an ultimate flavor, a single taste that could transcend all others. And so, Arthur set out on a journey—one that would take him across the world, through ancient villages and hidden markets, deep into lands where few had ventured.
It was in one such land, veiled in mist and mystery, that Arthur met an old stranger who listened intently to his quest. The stranger nodded solemnly and spoke of a legend—of a place where such a flavor truly existed.
Wanna Play a Game?
Gather ’round, cool cats and hip chicks — it’s time to toss your tokens into the wildest, weirdest, most wonderfully pointless game this side of the boardwalk!
Introducing… FEED THE KID!
Straight from a bygone era of penny arcades, soda fountains, and sock hops, this game’s got one goal and one goal only: Feed. The. Kernel. Kid. That's right — no timers, no scores, no finish line in sight! Just endless, greasy-fingered fun for fun’s sake!
So grab your joystick, crank up that dial-up energy, and dive headfirst into a nostalgic loop of buttery madness. He’s hungry, he’s adorable, and frankly, he’s not gonna stop chompin’ till the cows come home.
Looking for purpose? Look elsewhere.
Looking for kicks? You’re in the right place.
Just pure, golden, corny chaos — the way Grandpa might have hated, and the ’90s definitely would’ve sold in a cereal box.
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