Khaopaat wrote:third coast foodie wrote:I think the worst challenge was a hot pizza contest early AM after bar time on Rush street. Way too many scoville units following a few too many libations.
Ah, did you take on the
"Gringo Killer"? I've only seen someone order one once, and he threw up in the trashcan by the register after one bite...it was hilarious.
I believe that this was the pizza from my darkest food hour. The only reason I got involved at the time was my inebriation and some sort of race that had a few contestants and enough rowdy spectators spilling out onto the sidewalk that my competitive eating interest was peaked. I made my way inside and demanded to take part in the contest without any understanding of what was going on. The man behind the counter looked at me with amusement, pulled out a giant slice and poured some seriously hot sauce all over it. As soon as he began to pour the liquid pain I started to cough, my eyes started to burn and I realized that the other contestants were all in various states of meltdown.
Not one to back down from a food challenge - I grabbed the hot sauce, poured a couple extra dabs on the pizza and ate the whole thing. My memory is very hazy but I think I won about 85 dollars. I barely kept it together long enough to collect my money before running outside and dealing with some serious GI issues in the alley. I have never tried Ayahuasca but I am pretty sure I looked like I had that evening. Between practicing lamaze breathing and praying for death I would repeatedly dial 911 on my cellphone thinking that any more pain in my gut and I would press send for an ambulance and the sweet relief of activated charcoal and narcotics. The whole nightmare lasted about two and a half hours.
I now keep some
Final Answer hot sauce in the fridge and occasionally take it out with a thought to that evening a few years ago but so many lifetimes removed. A quick smell of the concentrated habenaro oils before I place it back in it's protective ball jar (the oil will cause severe pain to eyes, open pours or sensitive skin) and return it untasted to the furthest recesses of my refrigerator and memory.
“Statistics show that of those who contract the habit of eating, very few survive.”
George Bernard Shaw, Irish playwright (1856-1950)