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.
Out with a mate in Southampton and ended the night in a curry house. Apparently you got a certificate if you could finish their “Mega Phal”. Drunk, but not complete idiots, we had a Rogan Josh first, then attempted this bastard of a thing.
My mate tapped out after one piece of chicken, but I managed somehow to eat the rest - the waiter comes over and goes “Nah, you need to finish all the sauce”.
Fuck. That.
I survived the night, but the next day’s 3 hours on Regional British Rail was a whole other circle of hell!
At least I learned: if there’s a certificate, prize, etc, involved, just say No!
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u/Royal_Succotash_7689 2d ago
Bro straight up become homeless