My lady and I were at brunch the other day, and I looked up at her to see that her eyes were watering and she looked like she might be having a stroke. She said the hot sauce was way, way too hot. She started coughing and sweating, and I was getting a little worried. I tried just a dab of the stuff, and yes, it was the hottest damn stuff ever.
The hot sauce came in a little metal dish, like the ones you get ketchup in. It came with no explanation of what it was and how hot it was. There was only one explanation: It must have been the infamous ghost pepper.
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| (I guess we should have suspected something when we saw this guy go back into the kitchen) |
The waiter, in between apologies and delivering milk to her, said that it was, in fact, ghost pepper hot sauce. Apparently some customers complained that the hot sauce was hot enough. So the solution was to get the hottest stuff in the free world and hand it off to customers with no warning? Seems like they could have dialed up the hotness slightly to make some people happy instead of waging secretive chemical warfare upon all the rest of their patrons.
What do you think?
4 comments:
It must have been made with red chillies. You don't serve that to anyone without a tongue warning. For future reference, eating a banana helps to repel a red chilli attack.
Gorilla: Most apes will just say "eat a banana" for just about anything in my experience. But thanks!
How can you even enjoy your hot sauce if it is named after a ghost...more importantly why would they serve ghost hot sauce without telling you the place was haunted? I a shocked and dismayed
Just: Good to see that you're blogging again. That hot sauce sabotage was unbelievable. I'll never go back to that city again. I won't say which one it was, but there is an arch and people wear a lot of red to the baseball games.
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