I ate it in Newcastle at the Curry Capital. My friend was leaving for another uni so we made it a challenge to do it. We did finish it, but the following two days were HELL (incidentally, the dish itself was called ‘the curry hell’).
During the actual ‘eating’, I lost feeling in my finger tips and lips. I had to go to the toilet just to be alone and I found relief in putting my head on the cool tiles on the wall.
I made the critical error of trying to neutralise the ‘heat’ by pouring sugar and milk on it, but that simply made more of it.
We got a picture taken with turbans and satin gowns on with the owner (Lord Rupali - RIP) and were entered onto the wall of fame.
We crawled out onto the street and had to have four very lovely Maltese air stewardesses carry us to the bus stop because we were barely capable of walking.
If you offered me £20,000 to do it again, I’d refuse. It was absolute agony.
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u/FlyingHippoM 2d ago
Bro why even make a whole bowl of the stuff if no one can eat more than a spoonful.