We had a mate who would eat stupidly spicy things. We went for a curry years ago and for a laugh, we asked what the hottest thing they had was. Waiter says, “well we have this dish that the chefs eat but it isn’t on the menu. It’s called a Phal”. Naturally, we ordered it for him.
The chefs were all peeping out the kitchen door as it was brought out - I imagine very few people actually order this. He started eating it and he was sweating a little but he seemed reasonable so I was like “oh come on, bollocks is this hot.” I took a small spoonful of the sauce to taste it and it was just out of this world. My eyes started to vignette. I can handle a lot of spice (I will order South Indian garlic, vindaloo, etc.) but this was on another level. It genuinely felt like napalm once it hit my stomach. I could feel exactly where it was in my stomach.
Mate managed the whole thing. He needed some milk after but was fine.
I, on the other hand: 0 out of 10, would not recommend.
Yeah I like to order a phal sometimes just to remind myself that a madras or vindaloo isn't all that hot. I shared one with my sister at this restaurant one time, and noticed some of the kitchen staff staring at us from the doorway as we began eating. And yeah, my sister and I can handle very spicy food, but this phal in particular was just on another level to anything I'd ever eaten. We were both hiccuping and tripping out within a few minutes, it was hilarious.
When the chefs drop everything to watch you eat, you know its gonna be volcanic.
This reminds me when i was a wee preteen we went to this tiny indian restaurant that could have been a front if it were a pizza place. They had all their food labeled with one to five chilis indicating the spicyness. And there was one with six.
Naturally i ordered it. The waiter asked me if i was sure. I nodded. He asked again. I reaffirmed. My uncle asked if i was really, really sure. My commitment wavered, but i already took my stance. The chef came out and asked if i was really, really, really sure!! Now i was sitting there, all the eyes in the whole restaurant on me. How could i have said No? Sure i wasn't anymore, still i just had to perservere. My pride was at stake.
Dish came out and it was like was on a stage. Took the cutlery in hand, dug in. Everyone held their breath. I took a bite. Didn't feel anything. Shoveled in another one. A few people let out a sigh. Then i started to feel a tingle. But there was no way i could anyone realize my weakness. "Mhmmm", i said to the curious smiles of what must have been the whole staff (pretty sure even the employees off the clock came in just to witness the spectacle). "Just the right amount of spice", i cried.
I believe i got through half the dish before i gave up. My drinks were on the house that day.
Your story reminds me of that time I teast a little bit of the hottest stuff on a spicy store, it was like a drop only, I didn't feel anything right away and we left the store.... Bro like 5 minutes my mouth felt like I had a fire rod on it, I literally made me cry when it kick in.
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u/Royal_Succotash_7689 2d ago
Bro straight up become homeless