Hi Kumar - while I was undergrad at LSU, I hung out with some people from South India and Sri Lanka, and was the beneficiary of some very memorable meals. So spicy it made me gasp, and my eyes pop out, and made me burst into sweat. So spicy that lots and lots of rice and mango lassi were the only antidotes.
Back home in PA there is a pizza shop called Sal's, run by - Sal. Sal had a hot wings sauce recipe that was so hot that if you could eat 5 (if I remember correctly) nuclear hotwings your meal was free. The guy was so proud of these damn wings, because no one could ever eat more than 5, they were so hot. I worked at another pizza joint down the street, Luigis, and one of my coworkers was a Bangladeshi in the States for college, named Jamil. Jamil had lunch at Sal's one day, and ordered up the nuclear hotwings. He sat there and kept putting those scorching wings away, one after another... 1,3,5,10... not even breaking a sweat. Sal couldn't believe it, just stood there watching him eat those wings. So he asks Jamil, "how you like those wings?" And Jamil looked at him and in his soft, ultra-polite Bangladeshi English, said "They were ok, thank you." Sal was so steamed he blustered about it for weeks. Hilarious. It was simply amazing. My mouth would've been blistered.
Derek |
